Things are gonna change
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Cars they're gonna move
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Leave those worries on the dashboard
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But it's all circles, a smile and a frown connected at the ends
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I'm alive and well
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I'm awake and on time
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With my guts in the trunk, with my guts in the trunk
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We've got no choice but to move
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Getting pulled over gives me something to do
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One day I'll own an aeroplane
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Leave an hour early, sing through the work day
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Got no place to be anyway
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Got no place to be anyway
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Blood on the blacktop saves the day
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At this speed
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(red skies remind me that)
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At this speed
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(I run to win and then come walking back)
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At this speed
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(it's a short road)
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At this speed
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Give me time, give me space, to spend my last paycheck on you
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Things are gonna change and it's the lights that do
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So where's my memory now?
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Oh well, gotta keep on goin' in circles, saying nothing
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Stop And Go All Ye Faithful
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| Gruvis Malt |
