The sun shines out of our nostrils when we sing:
I gotta secret for you,
Cause I do,
Cause I do.
I gotta twisted guitar in my mouth
And it's screamin at you:
Baby, Baby
I crave reinvention and experience
Something to hold onto and something to let go of
A place to go and a place to leave.I belong on highway asphalt and behind the wheel
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