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"you are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head.
but me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed.
you steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my head swim.
I keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been."
ugh, men are pigs.

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[sarah_thurman]

haha, you can say that again.