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Put Me In The Car
Shadows are my friends
And the light hates my face
It hides behind the clouds
In its institute of grace
And our children warm their beds
With dreams of growing old
But deception has run rampant
And their futures have been mistold
Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you
Darkness thinks I'm pretty
And the rain covets my soul
But the women think I'm ugly
They care not for hearts of gold
And freedom teaches nothing
If only to create
Lately innocence is jaded
Only preachers hate
Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
And whisper in my ear
That all these years
I've been dreaming
Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you
Just put me in the car
And drive so far
Until I'm free again
Then you kiss me goodnight
And it'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
It'll be all that I ever asked of you
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It'll be all that I ever asked of you
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
And it'll be all right
Then you kiss me goodnight
Until I'm free again
And drive so far
Just put me in the car
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
And it'll be all right
Then you kiss me goodnight
I've been dreaming
That all these years
And whisper in my ear
Until I'm free again
And drive so far
Just put me in the car
Only preachers hate
Lately innocence is jaded
If only to create
And freedom teaches nothing
They care not for hearts of gold
But the women think I'm ugly
And the rain covets my soul
Darkness thinks I'm pretty
It'll be all that I have ever asked of you
It'll be all right
It'll be all right
And it'll be all right
Then you kiss me goodnight
I've been dreaming
That all these years
And whisper in my ear
Until I'm free again
And drive so far
Just put me in the car
And their futures have been mistold
But deception has run rampant
With dreams of growing old
And our children warm their beds
In its institute of grace
It hides behind the clouds
And the light hates my face
Shadows are my friends
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