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Lyrics
Jun 4, 2009 14:14:29 GMT -5
Post by _мi׀єs on Jun 4, 2009 14:14:29 GMT -5
I needed something to dance with In a stolen car and I'm stuck in 5th To the metal while things get sour Lost my mind at 100 miles an hour
Putting my life in gasoline And highway seventeen
I'm on highway Number seventeen Driving away From the crime scene I'm on highway Number seventeen Driving your way Speeding at fifteen
Only hope to pick the shortest straw Only hope to escape the law I've got no time to slow down Talk to me when I'm outta town
Left hand on the steering wheel Your voice and the tires squeal Right hand choking the bottle's neck Smell of whiskey coming from my breath
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