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It's something like, how a movie went
I'd ride the same four rides until I'm sick of it
Your hair, in my face
I'm under blankets holding hands at my place
And I would drive 'til my tire pops or 'til my gas runs low, I'd rather call it off
I'm torn
And sideways
Just like the painting that you thought I might paint
Just like the painting that you thought I might paint
[Instrumental Outro]
It's something like, how a movie went
I'd ride the same four rides until I'm sick of it
Your hair, in my face
I'm under blankets holding hands at my place
And I would drive 'til my tire pops or 'til my gas runs low, I'd rather call it off
I'm torn
And sideways
Just like the painting that you thought I might paint
Just like the painting that you thought I might paint
[Instrumental Outro]
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