Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Desert wind, cool your aching head Weight of the world Drift away instead Oh, these days I hardly get by I don't even try There's a treacherous road With a desolated view As distant lights They hear their foreign view Sun don't shine Even when it's day Drive all night Just to feel like you're okay Oh, these days I barely get by I don't even try I don't even try
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