(Jimmy Webb)
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[Intro. (Acoustic Guitar)]
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I recall my so called misspent youth
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It seems more worthwhile every single day
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Cruisin' Van Nuys and acting so uncouth
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All the joys of runnin' away
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There was no speed limit on the Nevada state line
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The air was red wine on those top down nights
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Just you and me my old roller-skate
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And the common sense to know our rights
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Sweet old racin' car of mine
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Roarin' down that broken line
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I never been so much alive
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Too fast for comfort
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Too low to fly
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Too young to die
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[Instrumental (Piano)]
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You say a man can't love a material thing
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With aluminum skin and a cast iron soul
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But they never heard your engine sing
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Ah, there's peace in losing control
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"Sticky fingers" turned up real loud
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Ah, we were flirtin' with catastrophe
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We were doing everything that's not allowed
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Life didn't come with a warranty for you and me
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Sweet old racin' car of mine
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Roarin' down that broken line
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I never been so much alive
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Too fast for comfort
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Too low to fly
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Too young to die
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[Instrumental (Electric Guitar)]
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There is peace in losing control
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When I die I don't wanna go to Heaven
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I just wanna drive my beautiful machine
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Up north on some Sonoma County road
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With Jimmy Dean and Steve McQueen all the boys be singin', singin'
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Sweet old racin' car of mine
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Roarin' down that broken line
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I never felt so much alive
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Too fast for comfort
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Is too low to fly
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Too young to die
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Just a little bit too young
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Too young
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To die
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[Ending (Electric Guitar, Synth and Piano)]
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Too Young To Die
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David Crosby |