Pantone seventy one running parallel centered along the towns miles of perforated lines to stabalize just a couple more lives it's those tailgators that'll get you beaver
Kill welvomes you it's exit 122 there is no turn on red construction lies ahead it's those tailgators that'll get to you it's green red and yellow but what about blue smell the morning dew filled with exhaust fumes spin the defroster put sirens on must.
A summons doubled for the dlderly my thermals are constricting my body there is no flow to the thinking module when contents are molded to form into rubber.
They are sometimes shaping into brake pedal.
Creating this animated episode with a speed of 65 miles per hour the guardrails begin to create a story of their own form the accident casualties to the neglected strays they sure hold their own
everywhere is just not the here just get off were on the phone.
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Thanks to (enigma) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 11, 2008