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You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head
But me, I’m just the covers on top of your bed
You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my head swim
I keep you warm and won’t ask you where you’ve been

The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt
Oh yeah, you caught me. But I caught you one worse
They say, “You want a war? You’ve got a war.”
But who are you fighting for?
The tides out, the ship’s run aground
We drown traitors in shallow water

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