This work is not of my own
Getaway Car......
I remember the first time I saw you......
You were chaseing down cyclones in a field......
Covered in clover that seemed to go on forever....
I never thought you'd wind up chaseing me....
Settle down or I won't hesitate to hit the hyway...
Before you lay me to waist....
I said listen up and I'll help you find something to drive....
Before you drive me insaine.....
Tired of walking,you loath the ground.....
The sidewalk hardly touches your feet....
Life moves to slowly to hold you down....
With spring in hand,you take it out on me....
So get yourself a car and drive it all alone....
Get yourself a car and drive it into the wind....
Get yourself a car that's only for one....
Get yourself a car and ride it on the wind......
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