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Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch |
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In your little green car |
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Around and around we got nowhere to go |
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But then nothings too far |
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I make an exception 'cause I know who you are |
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But in a little while ain't nothing gonna make |
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This ugly face sit down and shut the fuck up... |
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I'm tired of the suicide machines |
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(let's just say it won't be taking too long) |
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Come down to the ground and drive like a son of a bitch |
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And I know I do too |
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You sell it so well and that thing you don't miss? |
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Guess it doesn't miss you |
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I'm tired of the suicide machines |
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Quitting time so I waited for the course to bring my goodnight |
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I had the necessary fear and it was alright |
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I would not do a thing to save my own life |
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Love has a homicidal feel with every goodbye |
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And it's the perfect way to get on someone's good side |
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It may be the only thing you finish in your whole life |
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Which is exactly what you need to make you feel right |