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Put your hands on the wheel
        A          E   F#m  A
Let the golden age begin
E                 F#m
Let the window down
         A                 E  F#m  A
Feel the moonlight on your skin
E                 F#m
Let the desert wind
A                E  F#m  A
Cool your aching head
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let the weight of the world
A            E  F#m  A
Drift away instead

D A 
Oh  
F#m        A            E F#m
These days I barely get by
A            E F#m A
I don't even try

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It's a treacherous road
A                E  F#m  A
With a desolated view
E                    F#m
There's distant lights
A                        E  F#m  A
But here they're far and few
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And the sun don't shine
A              E  F#m  A
Even when it's day
E                       F#m
You gotta drive all night
A                        E  F#m  A
Just to feel like you're OK

D A  
Oh   
F#m        A           E  F#m
These days I barely get by
A            E  F#m
I don't even try
A            E  F#m  A
I don't even try

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