Every time I see you
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Maybe I don¡¯t wanna be
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Caught up in the wreckage,
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caught up in the wreckage
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When I¡¯m swerving out the road
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And I¡¯m blinking at not thinking
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Stop short gas pedal low
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And she¡¯s thinking about winking
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Will she start to stop,
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Will she skip my block for me, just me
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Telephone yapping
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foot gas tapping,singing to the radio
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Song it¡¯s blasting
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chorus lasting, and she doesn¡¯t even know¡¦.
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Every time I see you
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Maybe I don¡¯t wanna be
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Caught up in the wreckage,
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caught up in the wreckage(too)
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Chrome and green not built for two
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Not drinking but not thinking
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Scraped knee bent wheel again
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And I¡¯m thinking about screaming
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Will she start to stop,
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Will she skip my block for me, just me
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Wreckage
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| The Dollyrots |
