I'm walking the streets
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with my hands in my shoes
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I'm out on a date with a picture of you
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I got a boxcar racer
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it's faster than the speed of sound
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it takes me away from here
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she's walking the streets
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with her hands in her shoes
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and she's in love with a boy
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who only gives her the blues
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she loves a boxcar racer because
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he's faster than the speed of sound
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he takes her away from here
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and if you look oh if you look
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you'll find nothing at all
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you'll find nothing at all
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but if its good oh if its good
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you find a love a great lover
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if you let it go
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so now im walking the streets
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all alone in the night
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i take a look at myself
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and kiss you goodbye but why?
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i was a boxcar racer who was driving so
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fast that i couldn't slow down
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i was running away from here
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i was a boxcar racer who was driving so
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fast that i couldn't slow down
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i was running away from here
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Boxcar Racer
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Blue Merle |