I'm tired of spinning my wheels
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I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal
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I need to get there pretty quick
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Hey mister what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch
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Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars
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The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are
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Color don't matter no I don't need leather seats
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All that really concerns me is
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Speed
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How fast will it go
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Can it get me
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Over her quickly
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Zero to sixty
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Can it outrun her memory
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Yeah, what I really need
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Is an open road
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And a whole lot of speed
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I'd like to trade in this old truck
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Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up
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See, it's the first place we made love where we used to sit and talk
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On the tailgate all night long but now she's gone
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And I need to move on
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So give me
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Speed
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How fast will it go
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Can it get me
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Over her quickly
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Zero to sixty
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Can it outrun her memory
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Yeah, what I really need
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Is an open road
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And a whole lot of speed
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Throw me them keys so I can put some miles between us
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Tear off that rearview mirror there's nothing left to see here
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Let me lean on that gas
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Oh she catches up fast
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So give me
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Speed
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How fast will it go
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Can it get me
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Over her quickly
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Zero to sixty
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Can it outrun her memory
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Yeah, what I really need
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Is an open road
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And a whole lot of speed
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That's what I need
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I'm tired of spinning my wheels
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I'm tired of spinning my wheels
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Speed
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Montgomery Gentry |