| His car sits where he parked it
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| No more clicks on the clock
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| Clean and neat as he kept it
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| Now he’s gone, gone, gone
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| And I sit in the driver’s seat
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| Peer out over the wheel
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| Like a kid playing race cars
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| On my own
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| In the darkness, in the dark
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| In the darkness I can feel my heart
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| A car smells like its owner
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| An old car seems almost alive
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| Can he hear me think this?
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| He taught me to drive
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| He was always so patient
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| I stalled and I stalled it again
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| Now I try turning it over
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| Not even a spark
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| In the darkness
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| In the dark
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| In the darkness
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| I can feel your heart
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| Now we stand in the garden
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| We talk, and we toast you and laugh
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| Your car sits cold in the garage
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| In the dark
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| In the darkness
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| I can feel our heart
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| Oh, we are, we are the wind
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| That bends the knees of all, all the trees
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| Oh dreams, we are, we are here, here
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| Heavy steps, heavy steps suddenly we lead
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| Into the light |