The kid that drove, drove. All night long. Piled high, and smoking the stuff of dreams. Like love. So he lost his way. Down by the tracks. All gone out.
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Crank up that radio, let me. Tell y'all a story. They're coming from all around. Flying down that wide highway. Coming like crowds like never before. Her being the one they can't wait to see.
I call. I call your phone. I call. I call your phone. But you weren't talkin'. I guest you could say I might have been. Sort of. Stalkin' you. Stalkin' you, babe.
So glad you're gone.. I'm so glad you're gone.. Free (free) in my house.. Free (free) in my truck.. Free (free) on the street.. Free (free) at last.. .
Lightning strikes hard, hits me. Lightning strikes hard. Lightning strikes hard, hits me. . Down the street, 'round that corner. Going down the way, looking here and there.