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I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway Maybe, that is my destiny, my karma, my go to place, my secret conclave Highways keep on surprising me as magic unfolds every second
Flying down the South-East highway,Saw some blue eyes facing my way.Push my foot down lower, lower,But my car seems to go slower.To catch those blue eyes is my goal,Yet to do so will take a toll.
City Lights, Valley low Watching through all the snow From this highway where I stand Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand   City Lights, how you glow Twinkling dots put on a show
Bullies Drive people away. Give them a ride home And drop them off at a dead End. Disregard stop signs. Pass on a double-yellow And don't stop when they say "When."
needle's talking ninety, meter shaking from the volume, windows pulse and this beat-- strands whip over my eyes, windows low and this breeze.
As I speed down the interstate the only thing I see is headlights and tailights for miles. Driving is a passion that keeps me sane, helps me escape, makes me smile. Speeding along,
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