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She's Driving Away from me as we speak |
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my letter in her hand |
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her tongue in her cheek |
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she's listening to Morissey |
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all the while living like James Dean |
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She's driving before it gets tough |
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leaving me with my guitar |
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I'll leave you with this song |
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two verses and a chorus |
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maybe if I play it loud |
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you'll sing along |
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sometime's you gotta scream it |
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just go |
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roll the windows down |
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with this song on the radio |
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you sing it out loud |
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send you a postcard as soon as I get there |
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drive me to anywhere |
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she's driving away but stuck in the past |
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why does it seem so long ago |
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but it all moves so fast |
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a girl with no solution yeah you had me |
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but i knew it wouldn't last |
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she's driving away convinced it's a crim |
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that I'll continue singing 'til there's no breath left to rhyme |
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too scared to take that next step |
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with no idea where we'll end up |
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I got nothing, she's got nothing |
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that's just fine |
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and now I got you singing it |
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do you need me to spell it out for you? |
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explain how one turns into two |
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I look back on the hell you put me through |
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and I am done now |
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honey, be on your way |
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she's driving away from me as we speak |