| I pull up to the yard in hard light
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| That’s where I find you, how I find you
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| We get into the car, feel it start
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| Under the street lights, flashing red lights
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| We don’t have to go far, cross my heart
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| Got the windows, roll the windows down
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Passing fields, wheat sunlit to gold
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Catch the moon, turn stone lake to chrome
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| Then at the local bar we’ll play the part
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| Put down your quarter, blood and water
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| Everyone knows your tricks and business
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| It’s why they love you, how they love you
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| The rest is just for kicks, kicks, kicks
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| Let’s roll out now, power up the sound
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Passing fields, wheat sunlit to gold
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Catch the moon, turn stone lake to chrome
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Twist in the road, nowhere to call home
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Never to want what we can’t let go
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| Everything has to end, it’s 2:10
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| Your mother worries, head full of stories
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| She doesn’t like your friends, but then
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| It doesn’t matter, window to ladder
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| The night will come again
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| Just the weekend, just the weekend
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Passing fields, wheat sunlit to gold
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Catch the moon, turn stone lake to chrome
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Never to want what we can’t let go
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| We’re the wanderers
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| Twist in the road, nowhere to call home |