| Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
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| Well I’m tired of the pressure
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| So tired of the pace
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| Just wanna grab you baby
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| And get out of this place
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| I got no chance of making it
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| Working downtown
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| Just walking slow and talking low
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| And tired of going down, down, down
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| Start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no living, this ain’t no groove
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| It’s been a long hard road
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| Come on baby (ooh baby)
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| Let’s drive it home
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| Start the car
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| We started out for paradise
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| But this ain’t no promised land
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| This ain’t no kind of living for an honest working man
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| Well there’s people dying on the streets
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| Sure don’t make the news, ooh yeah
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| While others living up on the hill
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| Singing the white boy blues
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| Whoa, start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no living (no living)
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| This ain’t no groove
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| The city’s rich, or dirt poor
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| But somewhere waiting (ooh yeah)
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| There’s something more
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| Start the car
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| Well we’re going out with dignity
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| We’re going out with style
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| Gonna lay down that hammer baby
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| Make our own road across the miles
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| 'Cause I can’t take this town one more day
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| Whoa, start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no living (no living)
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| This ain’t no groove
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| The city’s rich, or dirt poor
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| But somewhere waiting (somewhere waiting)
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| There’s gotta be something more
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| Start the car, yeah
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| It’s been a long hard road
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| Well come on baby, let’s drive it home
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| Start the car
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| Ooh, start the car
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| Ooh, start the car
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| Ooh, start the car
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| Mabeline, why can’t you be true
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| Start the car |