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that's a pretty big trunk |
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on my Lincoln town car ain't it |
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big enough to take these broken hearts |
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and put em in it.. |
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now I'm driving round |
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on the boulevard, trunk bleeding |
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and every time the cops pull me over |
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they don't ever see them |
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they never see them |
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and I've got this black suit on |
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roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral |
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I got 5 more miles 'til the road runs out |
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{how can this feel so right... now} |
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I'm about to drive in the ocean |
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I'm about to swim from something |
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bigger than me |
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kick off my shoes |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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take off this suit |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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good |
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got some mediocre beats |
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on this 808 CD, yeah |
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memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated |
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and I would've put tints on the windows |
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but what's the difference? |
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I'm feeling like a ghost (no Swayze) |
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ever since I lost my baby |
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and now I got this black suit on |
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I'm rolling around like I'm ready for a funeral |
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I got one more mile 'til the road runs out |
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I'm about to drive in the ocean |
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I'm about to swim from something bigger than me |
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kick off my shoes |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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take off this suit |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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I'm going out |
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(oh my pretty love) |
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don't try stopping me |
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I'm going out |
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(throw me a line) |
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don't try to save me |
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(you broke my heart) |
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I got no flares |
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(you broke my heart) |
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I got no vest |
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(prove my love) |
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I got no fear |
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the waves are washing me out... |
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I'm about to drive in the ocean |
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I'm about to swim from something bigger than me |
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take off my shoes |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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take off this suit |
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and swim good |
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and swim good |
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good |
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{How can this feel so right? |
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In this moment, how can this feel so right?} |
