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sat in your driver's passenger seat your dad's porsche I thought it was cool a little drunk after a night in Royal Oak we're on the freeway now little lights from this mini Tokyo illuminate and flirt with the car interior they flash on your face some Rihanna song on the ipod radio cars and cars and cars drive by I look at your face. I look down at my shoes on the floormat Maybe we'll get stuck in traffic
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Awkward Kissers
sat in your driver's passenger seat your dad's porsche I thought it was cool a little drunk after a night in Royal Oak we're on the freeway now little lights from this mini Tokyo illuminate and flirt with the car interior they flash on your face some Rihanna song on the ipod radio cars and cars and cars drive by I look at your face. I look down at my shoes on the floormat Maybe we'll get stuck in traffic
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
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