Fever 

There's a fever, on the freeway,
in the morning, in the morning.
And a lover, smiling for me,
without warning, without warning.
There's an outlaw, on the highway,
and she's falling, and she's falling.

Man, I must have been blind,
to carry a torch, for most of my life.
These days, I'm hanging around,
you're out of my heart, get out of my town.

There's a fever, on the freeway,
in the morning, in the morning.
And a lover, smiling for me,
while she's falling, while she's falling.

Man, I must have been blind,
to carry a torch, for most of my life.
These days, I'm hanging around,
you're out of my heart, get out of my town.

There's a fever, on the freeway,
in the morning, in the morning.
And a lover, smiling for me,
without warning, without warning.

Man, I must have been blind,
to carry a torch, for most of my life.
These days, I'm hanging around,
you're out of my heart, get out of my town.

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