Somewhere someone
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Puts all their faith in a fast car
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Well California opened your legs
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Well honey, your feet
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They ain’t as pretty as you think
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My teeth are all still crooked on the inside
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Could you please leave all your clothes on
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And let me sweat this out
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I can only see you naked
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You’re not in the car
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You’re not spending all your mother’s money
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‘cause that makes you feel secure
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I can only see you naked
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Cause that’s all you’re good for
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I’m sure they all agree
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They take you home
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To help make you forget about me
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but they turn to sleep
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You’re wide-awake
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You spend the whole night staring up at the ceiling
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Don’t justify now you’re no better than just me
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Well could you please leave all your clothes on
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And let me sweat this out
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I can only see you naked
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You’re not in the car
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You’re not spending all your mother’s money
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‘cause that makes you feel secure
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I can only see you naked
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Well you said it was suicide
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On the fourth of july
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I say it saved my life
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I just wish you would die
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Could you please leave all your clothes on
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And let me sweat this out
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I can only see you naked
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You’re not in that car
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You’re not spending all your mother’s money
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‘cause that makes you feel secure
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I can only see you naked
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Well that’s all you’re good for
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Faith In Fast Cars
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