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A white van you take to work.A brown door on the driver's side - it's bent.
The van makes all kinds of noise and stalls when it's not warm.
As you try to turn the corner get on your way,the guy behind you leans on his horn and that's the way you start andend your day.
Long ago, you would have gotten caught up in who was right and who waswrong,but right now you just can't wait to get home, so you can be with yourdog.
She's nothing like the woman of your dreams.
She's set in her ways and she talks too much.
Sometimes she screams in her sleep.
But more than once, her smile in the moonlight caught you by surprise.
You saw someone, something in her eyes.
Long ago, you would have gotten caught up in who was right and who waswrong,but right now, you can't help but wish for someone who could break yourheart.
Numbered nights.
Numbered days.
You sit on the back porch and watch them fade.A white van you take to work.A brown door on the driver's side - it's bent.
The van makes all kinds of noise and stalls when it's not warm.
It stalls when it's not warm.
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