It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds.
I like beautiful things such as bowler hats, ukuleles, green grass and yellow flowers.
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The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change
'Cause behind its door
There's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life
I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head
'Cause it's too important
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