izzao -

Thoughts.

2012-05-12 - 18:18:54

. . .

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away

We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone,
be someone, be someone

. . .

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