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riding down 264 to a place i’d rather not know, but damn if it isn’t the best-lookin land in all the world/the place you can fall down to and never wanna rise back from/the lil town surroundin’ the grove and george slumped by the side and we’re just looking for a reason to pull over/a station to hum along to/fuck the words when you got that beat/the rhythm/the electricity/that energy that makes ya wanna move/soothes ya/holds ya/calms down the fumping heart/takes ya back to the time, yeah, you know, that one time you remember so well cuz the feeling never left ya/just covered by some memories/ah, how’d you miss it when you never left it

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