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Within the four doors that make up my Hyundai Elantra surges gasoline of sublime ecstasy.                 *I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean.                'Cause somebody told me there were cherry blue skies...* Reverberates my radio and pours out of my chords to the tune of the bliss hiding in the highways ahead of me. Sometimes, I let my voice steer the wheel and my hands touch the happiness in the follicles flying through the winds of the roads. Other times, I drive without reason-- Without a destination or time limit or objective. I drive to dream about                 *Waking up too early                 Maybe we can sleep in                 Make you banana pancakes                 Pretend like it's the weekend now...* Or to caress the breeze of the sunset's gentle gust grazing my fingers and the spaces between them. On the surface sits a black car, but inside travels the life inside of me that I cannot manifest anywhere else. As       *Don't stop believin'       Hold onto that feelin'...* Turns the corners and the lyrics to my wheels       Come crash into me... I can't help but thank the gravel that I drive on and embrace the euphoria that I breathe in and love the life that I live.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Little Black Car Break
Within the four doors that make up my Hyundai Elantra surges gasoline of sublime ecstasy.                 *I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean.                'Cause somebody told me there were cherry blue skies...* Reverberates my radio and pours out of my chords to the tune of the bliss hiding in the highways ahead of me. Sometimes, I let my voice steer the wheel and my hands touch the happiness in the follicles flying through the winds of the roads. Other times, I drive without reason-- Without a destination or time limit or objective. I drive to dream about                 *Waking up too early                 Maybe we can sleep in                 Make you banana pancakes                 Pretend like it's the weekend now...* Or to caress the breeze of the sunset's gentle gust grazing my fingers and the spaces between them. On the surface sits a black car, but inside travels the life inside of me that I cannot manifest anywhere else. As       *Don't stop believin'       Hold onto that feelin'...* Turns the corners and the lyrics to my wheels       Come crash into me... I can't help but thank the gravel that I drive on and embrace the euphoria that I breathe in and love the life that I live.
Dania
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
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