| The glove compartment
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| Is inaccurately named
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| And everybody knows it
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| So I’m proposing
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| A swift, orderly change
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| Because behind its door
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| There’s nothing to keep my fingers warm
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| And all I find
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| Are souvenirs from better times
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| Before the gleam
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| Of your taillights fading east
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| To find yourself a better life
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| I was searching
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| For some legal document
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| As the rain beat down on the hood
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| When I stumbled upon
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| Pictures I tried to forget
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| And that’s how this idea
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| Was drilled into my head
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| 'Cause it’s too important
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| To stay the way it’s been
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| But there’s no blame
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| For how our love did slowly fade
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| And now that it’s gone
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| It’s like it wasn’t there at all
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| And here I rest
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| Where disappointment and regret collide
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| Lying awake at night
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| And there’s no blame
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| For how our love did slowly fade
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| And now that it’s gone
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| It’s like it wasn’t there at all
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| And here I rest
|
| Where disappointment and regret collide
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| Lying awake at night
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| Up all night
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| When I’m lying awake at night |