| A howling wind is whistling in the night
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| My dog is growling in the dark
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| Something's pulling me outside
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| To ride around in circles
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| I know that you have got the time
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| Coz anything I want, you do
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| You'll take a ride through the strangers
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| Who don't understand how to feel
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| I'll let some air come in the window
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| Kind of wakes me up a little
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| I don't turn on the radio
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| Coz they play shit, like.... You know
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| When your hand was down on my dick
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| It felt quite amazing
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| And now that, that is all over
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| All we've got is the silence
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| So come on mandolins, play
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| When I touched you
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| I felt that you still had your baby fat
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| And a little taste of baby's breath
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| Makes me forget about death
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| At your age you're still joking
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| It ain't time yet for the choking
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| So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| In the deathcar, we're alive
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| I want to hear some mandolins |