| It was like a movie scene
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| A cut out from a magazine
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| We are not even real
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| Nor are the things we think we feel
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| I’m going back to 030
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| I’d fly for 20 hours or so
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| A thousand miles apart in heart and soul
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| And now the rubbers burning
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| Now the wheels are turning
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| I won’t care as long as you don’t
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| Cus we go driving in your black car
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| Pick me up and love fast
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| We go driving in your black car
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| Pick me up and love fast
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| I met you on the dance floor
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| I was high and you were bored
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| I asked you for a lighter and you thought
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| «Oh I like her»
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| Going back to 030
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| Back and forth but we both know
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| That nothing lasts forever, no
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| Now you spent all our money
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| You used to call me «honey»
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| And I know that you’re sorry
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| We go driving in your black car
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| Pick me up and love fast
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| We go driving in your black car
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| Pick me up and love fast
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| We’re dying for connection
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| Hoping that we’ll get some
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| Some sort of reaction
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| Maybe we just need attention
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| We go driving in your black car
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| Pick me up and love fast
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| We go driving in your black car
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| Pick my up and love fast |