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Well, I pour myself behind to wheel 
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Too tired to think and too numb to feel 
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and hear that 350 whining low 
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all I need is an open road and some 
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Johnny Cash on the stereo 
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and things ain't as bad as they seem 
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Nineteen Seventy Monte Carlo Chevrolet 
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I swear sometimes you were my only friend   
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