belated.

Let’s have a miracle, a simple one parked in front
We can reach on flipflop, or barefoot
A roadtrip, let’s call it ours
A hand on the steering wheel, two cups of coffee to go on the dashboard
Pack some ransom, a guitar and a change
Leave the dreams behind, hear the engine roars
No airbags, an old car I’ll never sell

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