Step out of the car

It swishes away like soft hair

In the car going so fast

God bless America 

And it’s glamorous technology

I’m sick I want to be by you

Stacked under some chairs in the cellar

By the ocean 

Darling I’m the wind chimes that blow

During your storm 

We should find some time

We never do

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