Same f**ing payphone
I'm calling north to Mom to ask
What year the Mustang is
And when she answers, I hear your voice, Dad
I'm coming home soon
Could I borrow cash to square some debts?
I know I sound desperate, but I swear to god, Ma
I'll pay you back
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I bought myself a burner; programmed your number in
Took an ad in the paper:
"Are there grease stains on your skin?
Do the songs of young love hum
Like an engine in your head?
I got what you need
‘67, Cherry Red"
I've never been a man's man
I ain't much for cars and I'm sick of fate
I'm done with praying
But if you hear me, Dad, I'll keep her safe
I keep having flashbacks
I see you at dusk, in the summer, in the driveway
Smiling at everything, covered in engine grease
A look in your eye I can't explain
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This guy named Robert calls
And said he used to have that car at 23
Last year his wife pa**ed on
He's got memories in love in the backseat
He takes the wheel and grins
He gets the same look in his eyes you always did
He can't afford what I want for it
But says it was nice to see a car like this again
But I know he'll love her the way that you did
And I just need enough scratch
To buy a bus ticket
Mail some to The Thunderbird
And pay my mom back
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