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I don't mind driving into townthere are streets I like going downbooks to buy, cups to drinkdrugs to try, the more I think about itthe less I like itSince I last saw you I can tellyou've been sprayed with that new car smelldye your hair in the sinkleave it there, the more I think about itthe less I like itWe may not be the Batsbut petty technocrats will never fix my flatsno matter how they try to mic itGuarantees, warranties, and willsyou can read them, I don't have the skillshere's the line, here's the inkwhy not sign? the more I think about itthe less I like itWe may not be the toastof the Pacific coast, but why give up the ghosthow ever rich we fail to strike itSongtexteI don't mind driving into townthere are streets I like going downbooks to buy, cups to drinkdrugs to try, the more I think about itthe less I like it Aus Songtexte Mania