Tell him I'm driving, it's alright Turn on this wheel Turn on headlights A hundred different bibles by my side In my white gown I go flying down Oh my eyes, it cannot be,; he said no, it cannot be All that time, it cannot be,; easy said, it cannot be The ghosts fly their asses off tonight I'm just driving till it dies Tell him I'm driving, it's alright You tell him that I had a skin full You tell him that I couldn't sit still Imagine your whole self is filled with light Your voice ringing out Through the whole fucking town Oh my eyes, it cannot be ; he said no, it cannot be All that time, it cannot be ; oh my eyes, it cannot be You tell him I'm driving ( x4 )
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