| A stretch of road, a strip of film
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| A car that goes wherever it will
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| With the windows down, you know the drill
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| And every scene’s a different place
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| Every minute’s a mile I embrace
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| ‘Cause I would go anywhere
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| As long as it means your face pressed to the glass
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| Of the car I’m driving way too fast
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| Towards neon cities, shining so pretty
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| I watch the tape, I press rewind
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| Cut out the parts where we’re not doing fine
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| So we stay pretty, so you still love me
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| I wanna be back in your atmosphere
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| Lay on my back ‘til the feeling’s hyperreal
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| And my lungs begin to heal
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| I wanna take back all the things I said
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| Subvert the actors and actresses
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| Make my life a movie where you’re the highlight reel
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| The moon’s a stone, I’ve seen it up close
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| You keep it in a jar
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| The car careens, we stay in place
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| Every minute’s a knot that you unlace
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| Cause I would go anywhere
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| As long as it means my face pressed to the glass
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| Of the car you’re driving way too fast
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| Towards neon nothing, just to feel something
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| I wanna be back in your atmosphere
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| Lay on my back ‘til the feeling’s hyperreal
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| And my lungs begin to heal
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| I wanna take back all the things I said
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| Subvert the actors and actresses
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| Make my life a movie where you’re the highlight reel
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| We blur past everything
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| I zoom in on your crooked smile
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| We blur past everything
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| I wanna stay inside your head for a little while longer
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| It’s the scene when the wind and I play with your hair
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| It’s the part when the tape ends and you are no longer there
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| I wanna be back in your atmosphere
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| Lay on my back ‘til the feeling’s hyperreal
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| And my lungs begin to heal
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| I wanna take back all the things I said
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| Subvert the actors and actresses
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| Make my life a movie where you’re the highlight reel
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| We blur past everything
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| I wanna stay inside your head for a little while longer |