But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
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