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So wake up and smell the scent on your skin

The night breathes easily, the subway’s wind

Carries me back

Brings me all the way back in

Here’s a car that we can drive, come on, get in

Through the night that rolls in every room

You’re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend

Lord, I’ll be coming 'round so soon

And I see the sad young friend has gone away

With his promises, his speeches and his poems

But the fields have drifted in to fill his space

Like ghosts, like ghosts

Here’s a car that we can drive, come on, get in

Through the night that rolls in every room

You’re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend

Lord, I’ll be coming 'round so soon

And I remember afternoons inside your mother’s house

Us skipping school and getting high inside

But I can’t even think about anymore

I can’t fit my words inside

The afternoons were grey and overwhelming as they fell

To fused lamps and September’s clarity

The way back home is lost to us forever in the night

And the leaves, the falling leaves

Here’s a car that we can drive, come on, get in

Through the night that rolls in every room

You’re too beautiful to love these plastic things, my friend

Lord, I’ll be coming 'round so soon

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