Released into the night
riding
a fast car
on Highway 75,
oh, take me anywhere
on Highway 75.
Blurs of the city,
fast takes
in the corner of my eye
on Highway 75.
A hot and humid wind
to free my soul,
pushing it on Highway 75.
Vandross sings and
mystery, danger
dance me past my trials,
on Highway 75.
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