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cars and guitars
if i choke boy
you start me up again
restring my wires y'know
this gearbox can make the shift polish my rims
damned if you do
damned if you don't
i swear it seems of late boy
i've even curved this body to fit your bow
still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come
come in rhythm
'cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
still a thought says what if i
keep on drivin'
keep on drivin'
"yeah that whip has skirt"
you said it proud
sometimes i'd watch her idle while you'd tune her up
me with my silencer on
you and your crocodile clip
me and my alligator pears yeah
all trickedc out for the trip
that slid into a spin
you say that "i miss you"
you stop in at my drive-thru
you knwo who you'll order some some boy
'cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us
still a thought says what if i
keep on drivin'
keep on drivin'
keep on drivin'
if i choke boy
you start me up again
resting my wires y'know
this gearbox can make the shift polish my rims
Martha's Foolish Ginger
Take a walk down memory lane with me
Past a watermelon stand on the way
Thinking I had everything we'd need
on Martha's Foolish Ginger
You were late
How could I forget what you said-
the part about that
Love taking over your life
was not your plan
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
Through the cliffs
out of the Bay I went
From the starboard side
I could black my visions and my passions-
They keep me awake
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
A familiar voice
Hi. Surprise.
I've been searching trying to find you
I couldn't speak
my hands reached for Martha's Foolish Ginger
We talked until the moon came up
About how life without love
isn't worth very much
Then I played this song
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
If those harbour lights had just been a half a mile inland
who knows what I would have done
what I would have done
what I would have done
Memories that we have yet you said
To make like our Burning Bed...
Love, don't mistake that it wasn't safe
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发表于 2010-3-9 21:32:05
