Audioslave - Getaway Car Lyrics
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Getaway Car
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What Are The Lyrics For Getaway Car By Audioslave?
The first time I saw you
You were chasing down A cyclone All alone in a field With rail yards and clovers I kept rolling on and never thought You'd wind up chasing me Well settle down I won't hesitate To hit the highway Before you lay me to waste Settle up and I'll help you find Something to drive Before you drive me insane You're tired of walking and you Loathe the ground The sidewalk will barely Touch your feet and life moves Too slowly to hold you down With ringing hands You take it out on me Well settle down I won't hesitate To hit the highway Before you lay me to waste Settle up and I'll help you find Something to drive Before you drive me insane Get yourself a car and drive it all alone Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind Get yourself a car and drive it all alone Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind Well settle down I won't hesitate To hit the highway Before you lay me to waste Settle up and I'll help you find Something to drive Before you drive me insane Get yourself a car and drive it all alone Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind Get yourself a car and drive it all alone Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind |
Who Wrote Getaway Car By Audioslave?
Timothy Commerford, Chris Cornell, Tom Morello, Brad Wilk
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What's The Duration Of The Getaway Car By Audioslave?The duration of Getaway Car is 4:59 minutes and seconds. |
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