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I roll the window down, and then begin to breeeeeeathe
in The darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as
You are driving me home
Then looking upwards, I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between
shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as
You are driving me home

DO THEY?
COLLIDE?
I ASK AND YOU SIGH
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter