| That’s a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, in’it?
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| Big enough to take these broken hearts and put 'em in it
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| Now I’m drivin' 'round on the boulevard, trunk bleedin'
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| And every time the cops pull me over, they don’t ever see them
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| They never see them
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| And I got this black suit on
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| I been roamin' around like I’m ready for a funeral, oh no no
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| Five more miles 'til the road runs out
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| I’m about to drive in the ocean
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| I’ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me
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| Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good
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| Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, no, no, no, no
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| Got some pretty good beats on this 808 CD, beat it, beat it
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| Memory seats I’m sittin' on they stay heated
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| And I woulda put tints on my windows but what’s the difference?
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| If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze
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| Ever since I lost my baby
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| And I got this black suit on
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| I’ve been roamin' around like I’m ready for a funeral oh no no
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| One more mile 'til the road runs out
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| I’m about to drive in the ocean
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| I’ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me
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| Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good
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| Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good
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| I’m goin' off
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| Don’t try stopping me
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| I’m goin' off
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| Don’t try saving me
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| No flare
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| No vest
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| No fear
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| Waves are washin' me out
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| I’m about to drive in the ocean
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| I’ma try to swim from somethin' bigger than me
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| Kick off these shoes and swim good, and swim good
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| Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, no, no, no |