Sometimes, too late for traffic, I like to roll down my window
Turn up the music (country'll do it) and just go
Under the stars, over the limit, right into the wind,
Where there's no one around to hear me sing.
Each breathe's a living act of defiance when I'm alone
Defying laws, codes and expectations on my personal road.
Turn up the music (country'll do it) and just go
Under the stars, over the limit, right into the wind,
Where there's no one around to hear me sing.
Each breathe's a living act of defiance when I'm alone
Defying laws, codes and expectations on my personal road.
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