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One Tank of Gas The sun is shining-- I have not a care; The wind is flowing-- Through my long blond hair. The radio's playing-- My favorite song; I grin as I... Sing along. With one tank of gas-- And a radio; My car just flies-- It won't go slow It glides along smoothly-- Yes it goes so fast; As we move along-- On one tank of gas.
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