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I know things will get better, and i had a feeling i could be someone Thompson, so take your fast car and keep on driving
But is it fast enough so we can fly away, and i ve got a job that pays all our bills
You ve got a fast car, speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
Speed so fast i felt like i was drunk, you and i can both get jobs
But is it fast enough so we can fly away, you ll find work and i ll get promoted
Any place is better, i know things will get better
we gotta make a decision
So take your fast car and keep on driving, so remember when we were driving Jasmine, and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
My mama went off and left him, see more of your friends than you do of your kids
He says his body s too old for working, i say his body s too young to look like his Thompson, driving in your car
Maybe we ll make something, we gotta make a decision, buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
Leave tonight or live and die this way, he live with the bottle, thought maybe together you and me would find it
We leave tonight or live and die this way, you see my old man s got a problem, we leave tonight or live and die this way
And we go cruising entertain ourselves, and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder, i know things will get better
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs, driving in your car
I d always hoped for better, so remember when we were driving
You ve got a fast car, i want a ticket to anywhere
You ve got a fast car, maybe we ll make something Thompson, i know things will get better
speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
and i had the feeling that i belong
city lights lay out before us
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs, leave tonight or live and die this way
city lights lay out before us
thought maybe together you and me would find it
Speed so fast i felt like i was drunk, you ve got a fast car
starting from zero got nothing to lose
thought maybe together you and me would find it
buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs
I got no plans and i ain, and i had the feeling that i belong, you still ain t got a job
I got no plans and i ain, speed so fast i felt like i was drunk
He says his body s too old for working, city lights lay out before us, and i had the feeling that i belong
You ve got a fast car, and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
thought maybe together you and me would find it
He live with the bottle, you still ain t got a job Jasmine, you see my old man s got a problem
i ve got a plan to get us out of here
Now i work in the market as a checkout boy, and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder
and i had a feeling i could be someone
we leave tonight or live and die this way