.Come and take a drive out of the city
Packed some smoke and some wine in an esky
Got to get the hell out of the suburbs
Hit the open road where the air's pure
And if the sun doesn't fall on your shoulder>As we make our way south past the beach
Then I could die a million deaths .
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