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Living easy, lovinīfree
Season ticket on a one way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Donīt need reason, donīt need rime
Ainīt nothing i would rather do
Going down, for a time
My friends are gonna be there too
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Iīm on the highway to hell
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No mor stop signs, speed limit
Nobodyīs gonna slow me down
Like a wheel gonna spin it
Nobodyīs gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, paid my dues
Iīm playing in a rockinī band
Hey Mamma, look at me
Iīm on the way to the promised land
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Iīm on the highway to hell
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Donīt stop me
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Iīm on the highway to hell
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And iīm going down all the way
Iīm on the highway to hell
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