Another lazy afternoon still fresh inside my head
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The sun beats down as we drive around no expectations to hold us down
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That car would take us anywhere, just be back before the sun
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We drive right into that easy place where you are father and I am son
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We're going for a drive
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It's all in my mind
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The smell of pleather and gasoline, our chrome starts to rust
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The years that separate us now are the years we lost to our mistrust
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I'm sorry for my absence but it isn't all my fault
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I've come to a place where I can say that I'm not angry at you anymore
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We're going for a drive
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It's all in my mind
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???
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Looking straight ahead I'll be alright tonight
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I look inside myself and find a piece of you in spite of me
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It's getting easier to accept that I've become a lot like you again
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I look inside myself and find a way out of this tangled web
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I'm doing things to spite you now
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I'm doing things to tear me down
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So turn the radio up and we'll sit inside a memory
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A silent moment locked in time
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A signal that it'll be alright well
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It's getting easier to live every day
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I look inside myself and I find a piece of you.
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Keith ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Pleather
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| Strung Out |
