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driving a car makes me feel free
I can go and see,
I hate the fact I put in gas
and it never last
around a turn the tires cry
don't go fast it cant fly
found a new life different from inside 
but I lied
time to turnaround and go home

Posted: 2016-04-10 13:05:55 UTC

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