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I was washing antique cars |
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Working part-time for my dad after school |
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When I got the go-ahead |
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To pick a car and spin around the neighbourhood |
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It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar |
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It was a beautiful car |
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That was the night I heard of the fighting |
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And the murder of the schoolmaster's son |
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Last year I asked him who he was afraid of |
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And he answered "everyone" |
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But did I even flinch a wrist |
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Should I have tried to undo what had been done |
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Now, that's just the way its gotta be |
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I should never have to worry myself none |
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It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar |
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It was a beautiful car |
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It was a beautiful car |
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It was a beautiful car... |
