| I had Tchaikovsky on blast in my buddy’s van
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| I was driving just about as fast as one can
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| I was thinking of your touch, your vibe, your grain, your love
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| Like Marlowe and Mozart you tear me apart
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| I love playing my songs for you
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| And when the sun comes up there are a million things we can do
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| I’m cruisin' down FDR
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| I’m driving my buddy’s car
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| The sky’s a little bit gray but in a beautiful way
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| And you’re not too far away
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| I lost my composure
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| Composer or no
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| I’m really not in love when my eyes are closed
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| But you’re always on my mind
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| I can’t define the feeling
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| Your eyelashes kill me, the wind’s in your hair
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| Can’t look, I’ll be off the road
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| Seeing you in the passenger seat makes my heart explode
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| I’m cruisin' down FDR
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| I’m driving my buddy’s car
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| The sky’s a little bit gray but in a beautiful way
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| And you’re not too far away
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| I’m cruisin' down FDR
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| I’m driving my buddy’s car
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| The sky’s a little bit gray but in a beautiful way
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| And you’re not too far away
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| I can’t get enough of your love
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| Enough of your love
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| I can’t get enough of your love
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| Enough of your love
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| Oh I can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t get enough of your love
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| Oh I can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t get enough of your love |