| Bad luck to talk on these rides
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| Mine on the road
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| Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
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| White Ferrari
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| Had a good time
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| Sweet sixteen, how was I supposed to know anything?
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| I let you out at Central
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| I didn't care to state the plain
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| Kept my mouth closed
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| We're both so familiar
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| White Ferrari
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| Stick by me (good times)
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| Close by me
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| You were fine
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| You were fine here
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| That's just a slow body
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| You left when I forgot to speak
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| So I text the speech, lesser speeds
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| Texas speed, yes
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| Basic takes its toll on me
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| 'Ventually, 'ventually, yes
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| Ah, on me 'ventually, 'ventually, yes
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| I care for you still and I will forever
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| That was my part of the deal, honest
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| We got so familiar
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| Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari
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| Good times
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| In this life (life)
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| In this life (life)
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| One too many years
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| Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift (thought you might want to know now)
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| Mind over matter is magic
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| I do magic
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| If you think about it, it'll be over in no time
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| And that's life
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| I'm sure we're taller in another dimension
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| You say we're small and not worth the mention
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| You're tired of movin', your body's achin'
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| We could vacay, there's places to go
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| Clearly this isn't all that there is
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| Can't take what's been given
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| But we're so okay here, we're doing fine
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| Primal and naked
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| You dream of walls that hold us in prison
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| It's just a skull, least that's what they call it
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| And we're free to roam |