Corrección Letra Jump In Lily par Glue

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When you're balling out of control on the highway of life to (free your mind)
If you're down for the road trip and you're ready to drive just to (free your mind)
If you're ready to kill it in my pimped out Honda civic just to (free your mind)
Roll the windows down, feel the breeze everything will be fine as we (free your mind)

They never seem notice how focused that I can be
Taking people for granted slanted views find you carefully
Chilling in car sparing with your blown speakers
You roll down the window taking in the sun's finest features
Burning blindness into eyes man I'm still dreaming
The a.m. radio is the chatterbox that keeps me from dreaming
Lift the handle, it won't open, broken locks are the worst
Turn the key, it won't start, used cars are always cursed
With bad luck paint jobs and to good to be true warranties
Fading bumper stickers, but it's a bargain for your money
The seats are comfortable in my home away from everything
With a full tank of gas there's no room for bargaining
There's no more left to say, I'm flying through the windshield
Could my seatbelt have saved me or did god have a recall?
On my type of speed reading, card saving, ring bearing, straight edge
Bible thumping, love craving
Drivers reviving that sacred commitment to the road
I'm never straying over white lines in any zip code
I'm diagnosed with dedication, overheating my location
With an attitude for cops right next to my registration
There's a storm up ahead so lets begin the race
Pulling the lightning away from the clouds chase
At this pace will never get there, the morning is coming soon
So I'll pass on the right, there's plenty of room
[Turntablism]

I'm falling asleep; someone needs to grab the wheel
But my car is emptier than my stomach from lack of meals
Sitting behind this dashed board with cramped legs
My choice was either waste away in corporate hell or give up my bed
For my new home beautifully furnished with air conditioning
40 miles to gallon and easy to use everything
What else could someone want?
It's the home that follows moods, sliding in and out of valleys
Creeping through your altitudes
Hitchhikers are welcome; the backseat has a vacancy
But I just need to find somebody as crazy me
Navigating the mission, conditioned to fly
Making love with your eyes to all the passengers driving by
Wishing they could be as fast as you with instincts for freeways
Leading the metal cattle past the speed traps and road rage
The floating music box that's a foot above the ground
Gliding over small towns never turning it down
Changing from verb to noun at the trips completion
How long have I been away? It's like the never ending weekend
Cleaning at a rest stop and buying new air fresheners
With notebooks in the glove box to document adventures
For my kids to read when they are old enough and I'm past my prime
Trading in my atlas for bills and grocery lines
Until then there's no going back. My age is not a bother
Besides you're old only as old as your current speedometer

When you're balling out of control on the highway of life to (free your mind)
If you're down for the road trip and you're ready to drive just to (free your mind)
If you're ready to kill it in my pimped out Honda civic just to (free your mind)
Roll the windows down, feel the breeze everything will be fine as we (free your mind)

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