25 maj 2012

1988.

You got a fast car and I want a ticket to anywhere.
Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere?
Anyplace is better,
Starting from zero got nothing to lose.
Maybe we'll make something,
But me myself I got nothing to prove.

I remember when we were driving, driving in your car,
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk.
City lights lay out before us,
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder.
And I had a feeling that I belonged,
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.

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