I am the public highway, baby
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I'm no place for pretence or protocol
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I could take you
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by way of a garden city
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I could run you along
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the Libido del Sol
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I am this street now
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I am the street where you live
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see me from your window
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and be a fugitive
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Back of beyond the horizon
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I cut and stretch
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the outer space of open air
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if there's somewhere
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you just have to be, babe
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oh let me be your thoroughfare
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I am this street now
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I am the street where you live
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see me from your window
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and be a fugitive
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There is a pale swamp
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a glacier
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waxy crystal car
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and the smell of wood smoke
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is on the evening breeze
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and your engine's humming
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like a pleasure boat
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in the distance of the heat
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tearing the blossom off the trees
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We pass by Pere Lachaise
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and broken fences
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we pass hospitals
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in the San Fernando Valley
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and all of my tricks
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and turns and inclinations
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you can't find them in your Rand McNally
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LIVE NOW - live a thousand other lives
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LIVE NOW - and learn the secret names of time
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LIVE NOW - all at once and forever
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LIVE NOW - and you'll be all mine
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I am this street now
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I am the street where you live
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see me from your window
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and be a fugitive
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Public Highway
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| Luxuria |
