I've got a secret secret
It's coming out to meet you
Now
Your words dig in under my skin
I try to get
She blasted straight up like a blue crop duster
A tiny
Dance moves all summer long
You're sticking in my head
As soon
Green branches rain-soaked roads
Make you want go away
I want to
(or, suv protest song #3)
Oh, out into the races
Oh, out
It's been three days since we spoke
Since you thought of
You stole something that I can't put my finger on
Oh, out into the races
Oh, out into the cold
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