She took a rolled up twenty
Out of her pocket
And paid for my cigarrettes
We were friends at first sight
In the 7-11 light
She said, "Here, lemme cover it"
And I rode shotgun all that night
She drove, and never made a sound
I asked if there was anything wrong
She said, "Nothin' worth talkin' 'bout"
It's a blue Sunday
Down the interstate
Yeah a blue Sunday
Blue, with shades of grey
Her backseat could've been a hotel
I slept for a thousand years
Every now and then she'd...
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