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Take my soul, take my heart
Tear me apart
If I’m good for anything
It’s all of this suffering
So use me for parts
To you I’m just salvage
I ain’t ran right in years
So drive me then gut me
Deceive and f#ck me
Then disappear
Take all my jokes
And tell them to them
And act like you’re someone
That could be someone
Worth loving
And steal all the good parts
You found in me
Yeah, you’ll sell ’em quick
Yeah, you’ll sell ’em cheap
Hey, you’ll give ’em for free
But I cleaned all my pistons
I’m running on 91
And I’m piecing myself
Back off the shelf
One by one
And now I’ve got a driver
Who chooses the high road
They don’t use me for scraps
Or throw my #ss back
When I hit potholes
And I’m flying down freeways
Going 117
And a ’68 Fastback
Looks like a hatchback
Racing me
Ah, I believe
You cannot tear down
What’s built up strong now
Thankfully
Oh, I believe
That you cannot tear down
What’s built up strong now
Thankfully
And I’m flying down freeways
Going 117
And a ’68 Fastback
Looks like a hatchback
Next to me
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