You are a getaway car, rush of blood to the head
But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed
You steer in a rear view mirror, make my head swim
I keep you warm and not ask you where you've been
With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's all said and done, they're all scrambling
And we're friends, we're friends
Just because we move
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