It's true yeah, horizons are unlimited
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It's a little challenge, the limits of your will power
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With a single suggestion
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Take it out, go on, take it out, open it up
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You feel so connected
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Now you're driving, new heights
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Every sense, every sense and dimension
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Now you're on the highway
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Transcendental Highway
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It's a response, eager, it's magnificent
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And you, you've been newly designed
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Broad shouldered, powerful, sexy
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You're going far beyond
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Way beyond your expectations
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It's Mother Nature, she's persuaded you
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She's put you in the cockpit of your dreams
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You're winning hands down
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Cos you know its the dream Mecca
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At a certain time each day
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People do not face east and
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Fall to their knees in prayer
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They drive west on Sunset
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One hand, one chance, one shot
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It's a different way that you can pray
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On the highway
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Transcendental Highway
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It has no beginning, it has no real end
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It's got its own style
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You never seem to get any closer to the horizon
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It just goes on and on and on forever
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So let me welcome you on this bright and sunny day
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You can use the carpool lane
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There's nothing more you have to pay
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To get on the highway
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Transcendental Highway
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You don't need to follow the white lines any more
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You can rise up, and drive over the tops of all of the other cars
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This is how you're driving, it's your life
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It's the way it was always meant to be
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On the highway
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There's no lights, you just drive on through
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Mind you there's still the occasional maniac
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But if you smile that, that special smile
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They'll just up and disappear in your dust
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The dust from the highway
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The Transcendental Highway
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Take it out, open it up, don't look back
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Oh and it's got its own computer
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Transcendental Highway
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Colin Hay |