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I roll the window down |
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And then begin to breathe in |
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The darkest country road |
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And the strong scent of evergreen |
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From the passenger seat |
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As you are driving me home |
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Then looking upwards |
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I strain my eyes and try |
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To tell the difference between |
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Shooting stars and satellites |
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From the passenger seat |
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As you are driving me home |
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"Do they collide?" |
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I ask and you smile |
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With my feet on the dash |
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The world doesn't matter |
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When you feel embarrassed |
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Then I'll be your pride |
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When you need directions |
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Then I'll be the guide for all time |
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For all time |
