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Why would you roll the windows down in such foul weather? "to catch a breeze!" I always knew that you were clever The backseat of the car isn't just for fucking The backseat of the car isn't just for fucking But we'll both be safe while we're in this vessel At least more so than all those fools outside will And every time we drive it will feel like crying And every time we drive it will feel like crying The seat is comfortable, just as is shoulder to my cheek I know it's weird, but sometimes it's nice not to speak Oh my days are wasted, and I'll not see them again Oh my days are wasted, and I'll not see them again the backseat of the car isn't just for fucking and everytime we drive it will feel like crying Oh my days are wasted, and i'll not see them again the backseat of the car isn't just for fucking Aus Songtexte Mania