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Jul 2016
I've got that peddle to the metal
Hear that engine roar
My foot pressed hard against the floor

It's all wasted
I'm in neutral

I've got the strongest mind alive
Feeling feelings like no other would
So deep
So deeply misunderstood

It holds so tightly on everything
That means good greens
And bad things

There's no brake peddles to be found
All I can ever do is let off the gas and slowly slow down
Until I end up in neutral
With my foot to the ground
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