| I still dream of making love in my car
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| But I don’t love you anymore
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| I still dream of making love in my car
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| But I don’t love you, and we better not crack
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| These thoughts are leaving, and we better not crack
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| Finally breathing, and we better not crack
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| Windows are steaming and we better not
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| I’m not breathing, I’m still dreaming
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| We’re still creeping, I’m still
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| feelings, windows steaming
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| In love with the cold save for the thrill of it
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| We thought we could break to
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| We thought we were back to
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| Maybe we’re maybe back to
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| Could we be back to
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| We thought we were back to
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| We better not crack
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| Maybe we’re back to
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| We thought we were back to
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| Maybe we’re back to
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| Could we be back to
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| We thought we were back to
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| Maybe we’re back to
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| Could we be back to
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| Could we be back to
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| But we better not crack
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| But we better not crack
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| I still dream of making love in my car
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| But I don’t love you anymore
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| I still dream of making love in my car
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| But I don’t love you, and we better not crack
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| These thoughts are leaving, and we better not crack
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| Finally breathing, and we better not crack
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| Windows are steaming, and we better not
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| I still dream of making love in my car
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| But I don’t love you anymore
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| And we better not crack |