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There's a fever,
On the freeway,
In the morning, in the morning,
And the 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 your 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 the lover
Smiling for me
While she's falling, while she's falling.
Man! I must have been blind,
To carry your 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 the lover,
Smiling for me,
Without warning, without warning,
Man! I must have been blind,
To carry your torch for most of my life
These days I'm hanging around
You're out of my heart, get out of my town