Yeah
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It’s those Jersey boys
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I heard a man say Jesus walks
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Me, myself, I heard Jesus talks
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Cause when I heard his beat
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I felt Jesus voice
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I heard it through the wide
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And he made it out the coma
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From a fast car
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It was a fast car
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Yeah
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Every day is like the wild wild west
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Some of us are bad boys
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Some of us are outlawed
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And some mystery, the killer get away
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And livin’ this isn’t the end of the day
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In the fast car
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Jump in the fast car
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Yeah
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You don't gotta be no billionaire
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To get a ticket up to the moon
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We all know somebody up there
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You need a helping hand
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Look, come right here
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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I hope you see clearly now, yeah
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Yeah
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What would you do after your bachelor party
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In the bar celebrating with all your homies
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Go outside, and you’re ready to ride
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And over fifty-one shots but you ain’t ready to die
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In your fast car, yeah
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In your fast car
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Talk to me, talk to me
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When that fast car picks you up
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You will have no choice
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You may hear the tires screaming
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But you will have no voice
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But as the fast car picks you up
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You will weep and smile
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And see heaven in the headlights
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Mile after, mile after, mile after mile
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Yeah
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You don't gotta be no billionaire
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To get a ticket up to the moon
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We all know somebody up there
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You need a helping hand
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Look, come right here
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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I hope you see clearly now, yeah
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Yeah
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Everybody had leave some c-h-c
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So she headed to Honduras for some tlc
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Yeah, having fun in Central America
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Well she was a passenger, never a traveler
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In that fast car
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Ridin’ that fast car
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Yeah
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Sweet sixteen, I see her leaving the scene
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Crossing the street, she won’t see seventeen
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Blink of an eye, D-W-I
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Hit and run and sellin’ flees
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In the fast car
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Ridin’ the fast car
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Yeah
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When that fast car picks you up
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You will have no choice
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You may hear the tires screaming
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But you will have no voice
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But as the fast car picks you up
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You will weep and smile
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And see heaven in the headlights
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Mile after, mile after, mile after mile
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Yea
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You don't gotta be no billionaire
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To get a ticket up to the moon
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We all know somebody up there
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You need a helping hand
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Look, come right here
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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I hope you see clearly now, yeah
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Yeah
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You don't gotta be no billionaire
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To get a ticket up to the moon
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We all know somebody up there
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You need a helping hand
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Look, come right here
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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To help you see clearly now, yeah
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I hope you see clearly now, yeah
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Fast Car
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| Wyclef Jean |
