| She’s probably somewhere between Tennessee and Oklahoma by now
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| She took off with her heart, in the dark, out of this rear-view town
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| Brakes ain’t an option, when it comes to stoppin', she won’t
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| First time sayin' I’m sorry worked, but this time it don’t
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| She’s got them high heels pressed down hard like she hates that floorboard
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| Leavin' her red tipped, still lit, lipstick cigarette trail behind taillights
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| Gone as it gets with her wings on the wind, angel made her getaway
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| Now she’s out there puttin' my heart through hell on a highway
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| If I know her at all, she’s got the radio rockin' The Boss
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| She’s all about Born To Run when she’s pissed off, and she’s pissed off
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| She probably called up her mama, and her mama said it’s about time
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| She said I ain’t worth a damn, and damn if she ain’t right
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| She’s got them high heels pressed down hard like she hates that floorboard
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| Leavin' her red tipped, still lit, lipstick cigarette trail behind taillights
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| Gone as it gets with her wings on the wind, angel made her getaway
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| Now she’s out there puttin' my heart through hell on a highway
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| Woah, she’s wreckin' the concrete, like she wrecks me
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| Woah, I’m in the dust
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| She’s got them high heels pressed down hard like she hates that floorboard
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| Leavin' her red tipped, still lit, lipstick cigarette trail behind taillights
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| Gone as it gets with her wings on the wind, angel made her getaway
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| Now she’s out there puttin' my heart through hell on a highway
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| Yeah, she’s out there puttin' my heart through hell on a highway
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| Yes she is
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| Yeah, there on a highway
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| Yeah, aww yeah
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| She’s got them high heels pressed down hard
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| I see taillights fadin' in the dark
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| Yeah she’s out there, she’s puttin' my heart through hell on a highway |