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Friday sent a letter to my baby’s box

I said I left with explanation marks

I was getting ready to depart long ago

I meant to do it now I’m driving trucks

And now no one can take it

Faster down the road you go faster down the line

Better you be ready to forget where you’re from

Cause on the road you are always alone

And no no one can take it

Oowaowa aoaoa

One, two, three how could it be that 69 would be this fine

I I I I I need her I I I I I do believe her

I would waste my place in the race to see your face again

Road is my drug dealer and my killer doze

It always makes me move on and on

Signs are getting meaner and the girls I suppose

I guess I haven’t been to haven’t so close

And now no one can take it

Faster down the road you go faster down the line

Better you be ready to forget where you’re from

Cause on the road you are always alone

And no no one can take it

Oowaowa aoaoa

One, two, three how could it be that 69 would be this fine

I I I I I need her I I I I I do believe her

I would waste my place in the race to see your face again

I I I I I need her I I I I I do believe her

I would waste my place in the race to see your face again

I want to hear you sceam

I I I I I need her I I I I I do believe her

I would waste my place in the race to see your face again

I I I I I need her I I I I I do believe her

I would waste my place in the race to see your face again