i've walked this road, a thousand times before a rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four
it just breaks down on me, mazda machinery and so i try to find, inside my feeble mind a way, to fix my mistakes oh my god, my innocent fascade there's no appologies, for all the pieces that are found and i still believe, it just left my transmission on the ground
there's somethin up my sleeve replacement parts, aren't always hard to find
cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor the perfect time, to leave it all behind
drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound so then, i'll turn it on again i haven't much to say today
cause you want me to throw it all away you find some other way, to break apart todayand everytime, i think i'm doin fine.
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