Modern Nostalgia

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  When things go south at the darkest hour in a grey-blue car at 90 miles
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per hour. Don't worry, babe, this is not a retreat,   it's an escape.

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  Push the window down, babe,   let the world come in,
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  bursting out your lungs. Chain-smoking Mary Longs.
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  At 100 miles per hour you can't quit, no matter how hard you try.
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No matter how good you've been, twelve angry men 've spoken their mind,
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  the verdict's in, you can't catch up with the time.

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  From the backseat I see   the world backwards,
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  this temple of no doors, this Eden with no floor where guilt is on another level.
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  The peepshow is free at 110 miles per hour,
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  as streetlights flash   like regrets   from an ancient time.

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From different lives, let's hide our love,
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  somewhere it won't be tried.

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  Don't panic, babe, it's just you and I,
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  now close your eyes and drive.

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[Verse 1] (Reprise)
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  When things go south at the darkest hour in a grey-blue car at 90 miles
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per hour. Don't worry, babe, this is not a retreat,   it's an escape.

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