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I 95
In the cruel month gray morning
I woke up freezing cold
To possibly start over
Before the day got old
To my anger in my solitude
I had to say goodbye
So I turned on my ignition
No reason to deny
I-95, alright
From the canyons on the sidewalks
Where the Wall Street banners fly
To the farmlands and the deserts
And the flying saucer skies
To the running of the life lines
The highway spirits rhyme
There's a voice that speaks
So clear to me and says
I-95, yeah
And I say, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I can drive
Burning down I-95, yeah
It's a simple song of freedom
And it feels like deja vu
Tai Jean knew about it
John Lennon sang it too
It's the ringing bell of truth
And free speech on the radio
It's there in the Constitution
It's little sister, it's called rock 'n roll
And she's alright
And I sing, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I can drive
Burning down I-95
Yeah, yeah, I'm so glad I can drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
Burning down I-95
Yeah, I-95, she's alright
I-95 in daylight
I-95 at nighttime too
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Yeah, said, she's alright
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Yeah, said, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
I-95 at nighttime too
I-95 in daylight
Yeah, I-95, she's alright
Burning down I-95
I'm so glad I'm alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm so glad I can drive
Burning down I-95
I'm so glad I can drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
And I sing, hey, hey, hey, yeah
And she's alright
It's little sister, it's called rock 'n roll
It's there in the Constitution
And free speech on the radio
It's the ringing bell of truth
John Lennon sang it too
Tai Jean knew about it
And it feels like deja vu
It's a simple song of freedom
Burning down I-95, yeah
I'm so glad I can drive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so glad I'm alive
And I say, hey, hey, hey, yeah
I-95, yeah
So clear to me and says
There's a voice that speaks
The highway spirits rhyme
To the running of the life lines
And the flying saucer skies
To the farmlands and the deserts
Where the Wall Street banners fly
From the canyons on the sidewalks
I-95, alright
No reason to deny
So I turned on my ignition
I had to say goodbye
To my anger in my solitude
Before the day got old
To possibly start over
I woke up freezing cold
In the cruel month gray morning
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