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Grey concrete straight to my teeth

cause my body left my soul, 

want endless drives on really hot nights

cause my air it barely flows

 

My mind it runs on jet fuel

Fly me away from here

I want nothing more than to get away

Into the atmosphere 

 

I don’t want to lose all my head space

So I tend to roam

Blacked out in a blue Corvette with a man I barely know, yeah I need to roam

 

My hair in the wind, they breathe me in,

cause I tend to run away

Run red lights, I roll the dice,

so I never have to stay

 

I really don’t feel guilty 

Cause my soul it tends to veer

I want nothing more than to get away

Into the atmosphere 

 

I don’t want to lose all my head space

So I tend to roam

Blacked out in a blue Corvette with a man I barely know, yeah I need to roam

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