| I used to never wear a seatbelt
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| 'Cause I said I didn’t care
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| What happened
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| And I didn’t see the point
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| In trying to save myself
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| From an accident
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| 'Cause if somebody’s gonna help me
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| What’s this fabric gonna help?
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| And when I’m pitched through the windshield
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| I hope the last thing that I felt before the pavement
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| Was my body float
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| I hope my soul goes too
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| I shouldn’t have let you leave
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| I should have called you twice
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| But I didn’t
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| 'Cause it’s always something else
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| And I know it’s a bad time
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| But there’s no one left for me to call
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| And I was wondering if you would be my ride
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| And damn it, we are gonna figure something out
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| If it takes me all night to make it hurt less
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| Leave the car running
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| I’m not ready to go
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| It doesn’t matter where
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| I just don’t want to be alone
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| And as long as you’re not tired yet
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| Of talking, it helps to make it hurt less
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| Oh, leave the car running
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| I’m not ready to go
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| And it doesn’t matter where
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| I just don’t want to be alone
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| And as long as you’re not tired yet
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| Of talking, it helps to make it hurt less
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| This year I’ve started wearing safety belts
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| When I’m driving
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| Because when I’m with you
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| I don’t have to think about myself
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| And it hurts less |