| Same fucking payphone
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| I’m calling north to Mom to ask
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| What year the Mustang is
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| And when she answers, I, I hear your voice, Dad
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| «I'm coming home soon
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| Could I borrow cash to square some debts?
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| I know I sound desperate, but I swear to god, Ma
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| I’ll pay you back»
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| I bought myself a burner; |
| programmed your number in
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| Took an ad in the paper:
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| «Are there grease stains on your skin?
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| Do the songs of young love
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| Hum like an engine in your head?
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| I got what you need
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| ‘67, Cherry Red»
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| I’ve never been a man’s man
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| I ain’t much for cars and I’m sick of fate
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| I’m done with praying
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| But if you hear me, Dad, I’ll keep her safe
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| I keep having flashbacks
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| I see you at dusk, in the summer, in the driveway
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| Smiling at everything, covered in engine grease
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| A look in your eye I can’t explain
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| I bought myself a burner; |
| programmed your number in
|
| Took an ad in the paper:
|
| «Are there grease stains on your skin?
|
| Do the songs of young love hum
|
| Like an engine in your head?
|
| I got what you need
|
| ‘67, Cherry Red»
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| This guy named Robert calls
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| And said he used to have that car at 23
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| Last year his wife passed on
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| He’s got memories of love in the backseat
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| He takes the wheel and grins
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| He gets the same look in his eyes you always did
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| He can’t afford what I want for it
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| But says it was nice to see a car like this, again
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| But I know he’ll love her the way that you did
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| And I just need enough scratch
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| To buy a bus ticket
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| Mail some to The Thunderbird
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| And pay my mom back
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| I bought myself a burner; |
| programmed your number in
|
| Took an ad in the paper:
|
| «Are there grease stains on your skin?
|
| Do the songs of young love hum
|
| Like an engine in your head?
|
| I got what you need
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| ‘67, Cherry Red» |