| A car named desire
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| It’s gone and, gone and run me down
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| Streetlights guide my way
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| Through the suburbs to your house
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| And you’re up in the ceiling
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| I mix you, I mix you coffee and juice
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| You keep saying you’ll come back down now
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| The weather’s told the truth
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| And you are not our lover
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| You are not our friend
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| You’re just looking for someone to bail you out
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| Don’t bring us down
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| And you are not our father
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| We cannot pretend
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| You threw me out in the water and turned around
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| Don’t let me drown
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| Pack it up, pack it up
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| No, it’s going on again
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| Walk it off as I’m leaving you right here
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| My only friend
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| You like to drinking on Sunday still
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| And I miss the heat when it’s gone
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| Well, love is in the eye of the holder
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| I know you’re holding on
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| And you are not our lover
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| You are not our friend
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| You’re just looking for someone to bail you out
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| Don’t bring us down
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| And you are not our father
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| We cannot pretend
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| You threw me out in the water and turned around
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| Don’t let me drown
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| You like to drinking on Sunday still
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| And I miss the heat when it’s gone
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| You like to drinking on Sunday, steal
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| I know you’re holding on
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| You are not our lover
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| You are not our friend
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| You’re just looking for someone to bail you out
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| Don’t bring us down |