| Upon the black tar backstreets, a vessel all alone
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| My weary eyes are scanning, this empty school zone
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| When over the horizon comes a car I know
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| A Mighty Vitara just like my very own
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| I raise the flag of unity, a gesture of the brave
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| A signal to the helmsman, with a single finger wave
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| My belly half full of drive-thru the rest of butterflies
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| I pray, don’t leave me lonesome, as we draw alongside
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| The gales from the AC, aid a chilling point indeed
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| There’s no colder place for a heart to be than hanging in the breeze
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| For I’ve sent a beacon bold and bright and haven’t heard in days
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| In truth, it’s been a second, but soon we’re parting ways
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| Like ships passing in the night, but there’s no pitch and roll
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| And it’s actually pretty sunny at 3.30 in the arvo
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| Ne’ermind hold hope I say, lock eyes. |
| And now we dance
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| For the pride of our rides give this moment a chance
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| My finger standing to attention a captain at the bow
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| Come on my friend reciprocate, The. |
| Time. |
| Is. |
| Now.
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| Now it’s farewell, my familiar, farewell and au revoir
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| I’ll take the road ahead for you and I must part
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| It’s farewell, my familiar, farewell and au revoir
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| I’ll take the road ahead for you and I must part
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| Now it’s farewell, my familiar, farewell and au revoir
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| I’ll take the road ahead for you and I must part
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| It’s farewell, my familiar, farewell and au revoir
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| I’ll take the road ahead for you and I must part
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| But there’s no bond like drivers of the same model car
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| There’s no bond like drivers of the same model car |