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Phish - Contact lyrics
The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road The car is the thing on the road That takes you back to your abode The tires are the things on your car That make contact with the road Bummed is what you are When you go out to your car and it's been towed I woke up one morning in November And I realized I love you It's not your headlights in front Your tailpipe, or the skylight above you It's the way you cling to the road When the wind tries to shove you I'd never go riding away And come back home without you |
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