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^GmDon't tell my ^Fmom, don't tell my ^D#dad I've been ^Fsus4driving down to ^DL.A. with my ^Gmbaby ^{F Gm} On the ^Fcliffs, he drives real ^D#fast He may ^Fsus4drive his car in^Dto the ocean, ^Gmmaybe

^GI don't mind I've got ^Embig dreams in my mind I would ^Amgive up my whole life for that ^Dfeelin' ^GNo, I don't mind If I ^Emlose my legs or die I've built a ^Amhome inside his eyes And I ain't ^Dleavin'

^GmDon't tell my ^Fmom, don't tell my ^D#brother I've been ^Fsus4driving down the ^Dfreeway with my ^Gmmaster ^{F Gm} There's one ^Flaw ^D#and I've known no other It's the ^Fsus4law of love I'm ^Dbound to, drive me ^Gmfaster

^GI don't mind I'll gladly ^Empay that highway fine This little ^Amheart is open wide and it's getting ^Dwider ^GNo, I don't mind If we ^Emcross the thin white lines Over a ^Amcliff down to the ground I am your^D rider

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