| Sunday drive
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| Like we always used to do
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| Park the car in the panoramic view
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| I stayed inside while you photographed the lake
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| Pretend to drive I pulled the parking brake
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| Felt like time was standing still
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| Sun was poring on the hill
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| And I weightless in the air
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| Floating far away from here
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| Tires turn and slowly crush the ground
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| I still hear a terrifying sound
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| I search for help and meet my mother’s eyes
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| She stares back completely paralysed
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| Felt like time was standing still
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| Sun was poring on the hill
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| And I weightless in the air
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| Floating far away from here
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| Certainly a reckless life, I
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| Pull myself through the shattered window glass
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| An avalanche is running through my head
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| But it moves and my clothes are painted red
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| Felt like time was standing still
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| Sun was poring on the hill
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| And I weightless in the air
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| Floating far away from here |