الكلمات الأصلية
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I'm in the other car
Riding impatiently in the back seat
You're in the turtle-top caravan
Somewhere in this traffic jam
I know i hurt your feelings
And i can't find you, navigating
We'll never share our private skin
But i can't imagine never sharing our songs again
We'll be to dekalb soon
And i'll let you know how much i love you
I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum
How you're the cookie, and i'm the crumb
