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Driving in your car
I don’t have the faintest notion
Where this is going
But as long as I’m in motion
its ok
French cigarettes and the city is sleeping
You were singing of work and of freedom
While the dawn kept creeping
On my way home
Russian communist tunes
In an all-terrain car
That took us away
From the best place by far
French cigarettes and the city is sleeping
You were singing of work and of freedom
While the dawn kept creeping
On my way home