Moon over the freeway catch us as we ride
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We just left the city, left it far behind
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Silhouettes of palm trees, airplanes cross the moon
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Living in the moment of the girl who left too soon
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It's warm, my favorite song comes on
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Let's roll the windows down and drive
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It feels like summer is a comin' round the corner
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Here she comes
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Brings us shells that listen to what we have to say
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Blows us summer kisses as she turns and walks away
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There she goes, there she goes
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Drive right on, the night is young
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We could drive on and on forever as the hours slip on by
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They slip like perfect fitting sweaters
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Over shoulders cold from shortened days and wintry nights
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Left me in September, I thought that she was gone
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Invited her to come again, so she could tag along
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Barefoot on the pavement
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Warm against our feet
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Houses filled with music
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As we drift through lonely streets
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Moon Over The Freeway
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The Ditty Bops |