you got a fast car
but is it fast enough so we can fly away
we gotta make a decision
we leave tonight or live and die this way
i remember we were driving
driving in your car
the speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
city lights lay out before us
and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
and I had a feeling that i belonged and i had a feeling i could be someone
be someone
be someone
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Many moments have been of thinking lately. Where did I come from, how did this become my life. What happened to what I used to be? Where am I going?
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