| Been on vacation, living in the sun
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| But I’m all alone at night when the vampires come
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| Car seat is burning, heading to the gym
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| I tried to love this place but I feel nothing
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| Cause my home is at a quick stop off route 35
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| I miss the diners, I miss the bars
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| I miss the shithole dives and the passing cars
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| I miss the hotels, I miss the smell
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| Tell the Corvette dealer he can go to hell
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| Cause my home is in the back of an Econoline tonight
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| I’m getting back in the van
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| I’m heading out on the highway
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| I’m getting back in the van
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| And it feels just like the old days, old days
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| I guess that I’m looking for something you won’t understand
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| So I’m getting back in the van
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| I don’t need no address, don’t need no phone
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| Don’t need my name on a guest list where I wanna go
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| City to city, from town to town
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| I got my feet on the dashboard and the windows down
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| My home is in between the white and yellow lines tonight
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| I’m getting back in the van (back in the van)
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| I’m heading out on the highway
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| I’m getting back in the van (back in the van)
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| And it feels like the old days, the old days
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| And I guess that I’m looking for something you won’t understand
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| So I’m getting back in the van
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| I’m getting back in the van (back in the van)
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| I’m heading out on the highway
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| I’m getting back in the van (back in the van)
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| And it feels like the old days, the old days
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| And I guess that I’m looking for something that you won’t understand
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| Back in the van (back in the van)
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| (Back in the van) |