the car turned around and whisked off
i swear i saw a ghost
nobody drives a pink car in this town
and i reckon i heard finale blasting from the stereo
so someone's out to get me
and someone not from our realm of everyday habits
i've got my fingers crossed
i'm sat and waited with bated breath
so long as i'm carried on this cloud
i can't scurry back to regulation
it's these fantasies i live in
i wanna face all my fears
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