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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

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