| Drunk in the back of your car again
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| Laid out upon the back seat again
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| Just like the old days of spinning around
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| It’s a whole lot quieter now
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| It’s a whole lot quieter now
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| Oh, you keep both hands on the wheel as you stare straight ahead
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| Gone is the stale smoke of fresh cigarettes
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| Now there’s just kids toys and air fresheners
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| Gone are the remnants of Jessica
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| Well, I know I’m wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you
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| I wish you didn’t have to see me like this well
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| Here’s to the ghost of something to remember
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| Your dad’s Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver
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| Remember when the car lost a wheel in the snow
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| The three of us huddled together for warmth
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| Between the East Midlands Parkway and near Nottingham
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| But the car, it survived then and keeps rolling on
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| As we pull up in silence outside of my house
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| The car stalls and shudders, but the engine still growls
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| You hide your tattoos, I know this is the end
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| I know everything changes, but can’t we pretend?
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| I know I’m wasted, but sweetheart, I miss you
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| I wish you didn’t have to see me like this well
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| Here’s to the ghost of something to remember
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| You call it aging, I call it surrender
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| Hold on to the past 'cause the future’ll haunt you
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| Your dad’s Fiat Punto in sweet fading silver
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| Drunk in the back of your car again
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| Drunk in the back of your car again |