In the backseats of burned out cars. In the disenchantment lane.
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The ideal angels twist and turn, and ask forgiveness for future mistakes.
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But you and I we've been through this. Maybe a hundred times before.
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Always hitching rides with strangers. Papa warned us about before
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But you know the summer always brought it. That wild and reckless breeze.
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And in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
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And in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
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And in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
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And in the wild desert sun, we drove straight on through the night.
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We rode a fever out of Boston. Dreamed of California nights.
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Come July, we'll ride the Ferris Wheel. Go round and round and round.
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And If you never let me go, well I will never let you down.
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And you know the summer always brought 'em. All those wild and reckless breezes.
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And in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
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And in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
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And now in the backseats, we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
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And these cowboys all go crazy in the heat.
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Chasing the lights and all the girls
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Along the Santa Anna streets they're just dying to meet.
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It meant nothing to me.
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You know the summer always brought it.
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That wild and reckless breeze.
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And in the backseats we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
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You know the summer always brought it.
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That wild and reckless breeze.
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And in the backseat we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
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You know the summer always brought it.
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That wild and reckless breeze.
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And in the backseat we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
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Hey!
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The Backseat
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
