| You gotta drive like this
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| you gotta pray that you miss
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| the girls in black
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| Oh — just one kiss
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| and the years they go quick
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| and all that time she can’t look you in the eyes
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| so you bury it and the rest of you quits
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| and the pills you flip a coma on your lips
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| and you keep your feet for one more day
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| you keep your feet and they call it brave
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| they call it brave
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| You know you never look back at girls in black
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| You gotta fight it blind
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| you gotta say you don’t mind
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| the target on your back
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| So just one hit
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| You know you never look back at girls in black
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| I remember a time like on the sea I’d walk the streets
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| Like on the sea I’d walk the streets like tetrazide
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| I remember a time |