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The Little Green Car

The little green car
Checking on your fate
The elusive little demon
Always running late

I know you're out there
I might even have your number
I don't remember it, but i read it
It's in there somewhere

Better come clean
Better tell your maker
Your story's out
You'll tell him in the end

Does your spirit cry for mercy
Is your soul hard to find
Will you tell your story
Is your head in your behind

Will you spend your living days
Knowing that it's true
Live out your existence
Denying it was you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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