Out the car window,
you know there's the life.
Touch the cold glass,
your stubborn obstacle.
It's clear.
You see yourself reflected.
Push the button,
roll it down.
Take your fist,
and break it down.
The button's not missing.
Your fist is not injured.
you know there's the life.
Touch the cold glass,
your stubborn obstacle.
It's clear.
You see yourself reflected.
Push the button,
roll it down.
Take your fist,
and break it down.
The button's not missing.
Your fist is not injured.

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