Now, I'm just chillin' in the sand in a Neil Young style,
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I'll catch you in a minute, I'd rather chase for a while
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I love the east coast, which is west coast
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Touch down, butter on toast.
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I didn't use to know the art of saying nothing,
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Is harder then saying something
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cause nothing is constantly rushing through
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the front door which I lost my keys last week
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I can't speak, but you know what I'm saying cause
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so don't give me the run around time,
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it's chasing us down.
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I got to keep it moving...
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You led me to a parking lot, and lost the car that
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you came with and drove me from the backseat
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I like the wind in my face, top-down, music
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and rhyming in the backseat.
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You drove me to a parking lot, and lost the car that
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you came with and drove me from the backseat
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I like the wind in my face, top-down, music
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and riding in the backseat.
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Josh, Joshua .... Andrew.
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The Backseat
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