| Can you roll down the window, can I have a cigarette
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| Can I sweep you for forgiveness,
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| Can I sweep you for regret
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| And can you drive a little faster, to clear my head
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| Can you see that I’ve been crying, can you tell that I’ve been alone
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| Can we walk the streets at the same time, I don’t mind
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| I’ll be quiet and no one will know
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| And can you drive a little faster, take me home
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| (intro to chorus)
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| These are the days that make up the lifetimes
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| These are the clothes that I wear
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| And this is the only thing I wanted more than anything
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| I wanna fall, at a million miles an hour with people and
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| Little picture radios, and I’m smiling but I’m
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| Trying hard not to smile
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| And I crave for the little conversation
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| And the way you toss your hair back, you’re beautiful
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| And it suits me fine
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| (intro to chorus)
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| These are the days that make up the lifetimes
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| These are the lifetimes that make up generations
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| These are the lifetimes that make up generations
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| These are the days
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| These are the days that make up the lifetimes |