Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the world. Let’s get lost in the thickets, travel a million miles just to look in the mirror, you know how these there-and-back-again things go. Rev up the jeep, whip the dusty sheet off the morning sky, and take the open country through Wönderluste. Live off the land the map is not the territory hook up the jeep to the shooting stars sit back and keep all limbs inside the moving vehicle baby life is a rollercoaster And I Wanna Ride It All Night Long.

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