i've walked this road, a thousand times before
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it just breaks down on me, mazda machinery
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a rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four
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and so i try to find, inside my feeble mind
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a way, to fix my mistakes
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oh my god,
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my innocent fascade
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there's no appologies, for all the pieces that are found
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and i still believe,
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there's somethin up my sleeve
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it just left my transmission on the ground
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replacement parts, aren't always hard to find
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cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor
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the perfect time, to leave it all behind
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drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound
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so then, i'll turn it on again
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i haven't much to say today
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cause you want me to throw it all away
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and everytime, i think i'm doin fine
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you find some other way, to break apart today
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Rx7
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