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i'm driving my blue car babydown from the mountain so highi'm driving my blue car babycoming down to say goodbyethe sunrise is a miraclebut it can't hold a candle to youdo you remember them rides in my blue carback when it was brand newwell it's a good old carbut the clutch is a little looseand the brakes are screaminga song called what's the usebut it's good for one more tripone more trip to youthe lightning's meant to strikethe tall pine trees& the birds are meant to cry& wheel in the breezebut some things babyi guess they just ain't meant to bewhen i get back up on the mountaini'll close my door against the windi'll park my old blue cari may fall down the mountainbut i will never fall in love again |
