Your car outside.
We'll grow old tonight.
The dark night sky.
Traffic passing us by.

I can't live on medicine.
It's making my blood paper thin.
And I'll scan the radio until I come across the station where the DJ picks the songs he plays, and Springsteen sings of glory days.
I never thought I'd still be breathing.
I never thought I'd still be breathing.

I always wanted to give you something.
And I've given you away.
Well maybe I will get you back.
Just don't forget what I said that day.

Your car outside.
We got the time.
Meet me there tonight.

I can't live on medicine.
It's making my blood paper thin.
And I'll scan the radio until I come across the station where the DJ picks the songs he plays, and Springsteen sings of glory days.
I never thought I'd still be breathing.
I never thought I'd still be breathing.

I always wanted to give you something.
And I've given you away.
Well maybe I will get you back.
Just don't forget what I said that day.

So hold on to the knife that we had.
They are all that we have left.
To show for all the pain that we felt, all the pain that we felt.



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