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We were steamin' at the seams and the scene seemed like in dreams pressed close behind the tinted glass as the cop's headlights scrolled past "I can't see a thing," Kelly said blushing as she spelled our names on the window of her sister's Monte Carlo And this is the soundtrack playing in back of our restless lives and though they make no sense these are the moments we'll remember for the rest of our resless lives Lyin' behind the Venetian blinds in the depth of summertimes hiding form the asshole sun copying Jon's record collection Bedroom reeled of death sweaty sheets and Sunday breath with ambition for ammunition and the pulse of a machinegun You see the moves you wanna see right? And you know what you wann be right? So choose between A, B, or C it's free will but it's still a recipe so what about the rest of us? What about the resless? will we be restless for the rest of our lives? Get This Ringtone

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