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  1. The Drivin'

From the recording The Drivin'

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Lyrics

South bound 95, bloodshot tired eyes
6 hours down and 4 more left to go

2 hands on the wheel of a cage made out of steel
hoping I can keep it on the road

Just long enough that I can make it home


** I grind. Push this pedal to the floor
Hopes high, that the pain’s worth the reward

And I fight, with this hell I'm driving through.

But I don’t mind the driving
if the drivings gonna lead me back to you

It was one hell of a show, but I just want you to know
Its killing me to be so far away
Cuz your always on my mind and all these dotted lines
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Remind me what I’m missing every day CHRS


(In 30)|\ minutes I’ll be going way too fast
Not stopping til I reach you or I run out of gas
I grind. Push this pedal to the floor
Hopes high, that the pain’s worth the reward

I fight, with this hell I'm driving through.
But I don’t mind the driving
if the drivings gonna lead me back to you

if the drivings gonna lead me back to you

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