The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
Bummed is what you are when you go out to your car and its been towed.

I woke up one morning
In November
And I realized I love you.
Its not your headlights in front
Or your tailpipe
Or the skylight above you.
Its the way that you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you.
I'd never go driving away and come back home without you.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The tires are the things on your car that make contact with the road.
The car is the thing on the road that takes you back to your abode.

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