| I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah
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| And just ride off into the night
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| I said I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive (yeah)
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah (it's Illy Illy)
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| And just ride off into the night (yeah)
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| I got my phone, wallet and fresh clothes
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| A sense of adventures, worries got left home
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| So let’s go, there’s no time to waste
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| And there’s no day like today to escape
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| All the work pressures stop right here
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| We got one job each mate, you chop, I’ll steer
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| Cheers, and with an esky full of beers
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| And a fat glass pipe why not disappear?
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| My life soundtrack’s in my CD case
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| With a system that bust from the bass
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| I love hittin' open road with my mates
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| Gettin' drunk, find myself in a state when I wake
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| A black VX, Victorian plates
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| And a leadfoot alegic to brakes, it’s a race
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| Against the setting sun, so just to be safe
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| Buckle up your seatbelt, let’s try to keep pace, come on
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| I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah
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| And just ride off into the night
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| I said I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah
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| And just ride off into the night (yeah)
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| I’m taking us and this old backpacker
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| Past roadblocks, gridlocks and traffic lights
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| Staying high like a satellite
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| 'Cause four in a five seater ride’s no lavish life
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| But I wouldn’t have it different with cash
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| Just as long as we’re splittin' the gas it’s all that
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| Five hours in, thought an hour back
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| Shit, I guess the road sign’s our map
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| Servo pies are messed
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| And that shotgun call’s lookin' more like life or death
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| Funny how when it’s said and done
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| We’ll sit back and laugh 'bout how gettin' there was half of the fun
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| But for now on the road, the bud’s running low
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| We got some waitin' at the show, we better go
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| Like Renegade Lightning, from highway to centre stage
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| Fuck it, who needs speed limits anyway?
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| I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah
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| And just ride off into the night
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| I said I got my suitcase and a full tank
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| I got my keys and I’m ready to drive
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| So we can head for the highway, yeah
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| And just ride off into the night
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| «Throw you in the car with—
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| A full tank of gas»
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| «Put the pedal to the floor»
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| «Make you get behind the wheel, now how does it feel?»
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| «Put the pedal to the floor» «with a full tank of gas»
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| «Put the pedal to the floor» «with a full tank of gas» |