| Well I’m tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace
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| Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race
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| I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown
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| And walkin' slow and talkin' low
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| I’m tired of goin' down… and down, and down
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| Yeah!
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| Start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove
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| It’s been a long, hard road
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| Come on baby, drive it home
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| Start the car
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| Well, started out for paradise, ain’t no promised land
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| This ain’t no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man
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| There’s people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news
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| My love is livin' up on the hill, singin' the white boy blues
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| Whoa yeah!
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| Start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove
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| The city’s rich, we’re dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
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| There’s somethin' more
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| Start the car
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| Oh, yeah!
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| Well, goin' out with dignity, goin' out with style
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| We’ll lay down that hammer baby and make our own road, across the miles
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| Cause I can’t take this town, one more day baby, yeah!
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| Start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove
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| The city’s rich, we’re dirt poor, somewhere waitin'
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| There’s gotta be somethin' more
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| Start the car, we gotta move
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| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove
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| It’s been a long, hard road
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| Come on baby, drive it home
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| Start the car
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| Yeah! |
| Start the car baby… yeah!
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| Uh uh… Ah baby
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| Start the car
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| Hoo… Start the car baby
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| Well, come on baby start the car
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| Whoa… |