mixed up month
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and too soon to be over me and you
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with your sudden stop today
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driving the last of us away
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and the girl in rearview tries
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i can only see her eyes
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she's bracing for the crash
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and i wonder who's at fault
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as i'm screeching to a halt
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but too late
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words much too curt
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do they smart?
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does it hurt?
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the pavement sweats beneath
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slighting my efforts to relieve you
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of the years it takes
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but i only locked the brakes
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and the girl in rearview tries
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i can only see her eyes
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she's bracing for the crash
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and i wonder who's at fault
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as i'm screeching to a halt
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but too late
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words much too curt
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and you were inert
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does it smart?
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does it hurt?
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Girl in Rearview
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