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the sanctions - rearview كلمات أغنية

i sit down in my car, it’s a quarter past three
i dig into my pockets, fumbling around for my keys
why are jean pockets so deep when you miss something you need

my index finger grabs hold of an old broken keychain
wish i had a boyfriend, use that empty carpool lane
adjust my side mirrors left than right

turn on the heater, fl!ck on the headlights
glance down at the dashboard; 28 fahrenheit
put it in drive, let’s get out of here

i look into the rearview, as i put in a cd
there’s an old pair of blue eyes staring back at me
a face that i’ve known since i was two or three

like a second mom, she raised me to be me
a music teacher at mark west elementary
she made fall in love with the sounds of strings

but that couldn’t be you, i’m alone
you p-ssed away from a driver on their phone
hufford; gone too soon

- the sanctions

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