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Balada da banda independente canadense Deshead de música indie.

Let’s go home.
You know, I think with every drink
she’s more like me.
There’s wrong and right,
but we don’t need to say it.

I was nothing but a passenger back then
She liked it in her brand new car.
All loaded up, I swear we never got far

We kissed the night goodbye,
But she and I
should be restrained.
We rode like kids.
We hung out of the windows

I was nothing but a passenger back then
She liked it in her brand new car.
All loaded up, I swear we never got far

She liked it in her brand new car
And now we go,
The truth came out, she knows:
I couldn’t drive