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Gasoline

from Mayor's Garage by Boatweiler

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Eighteen I started getting old
will you please see me on your phone
in your head, late at night next to a window pane
I persist, I insist what’s honest is the same

I miss my fourth grade violin
I touch my fingers to remember when
David Wright still played before the resumes
Before our dad went grey, when we could run away

I’ll count the days, I’ll count the days
I’ll count the days back

Pass me that weightless paper cup
In the chapel won’t you fill it up
you gotta air it out, I’ll show you airing out
why you acting out? Don’t make me think about
Backseat of grandpa’s Cadillac
It’s not a Cadillac, it only plays cassettes
I see you in my dreams. you smell like gasoline
I smell like gasoline. I love gasoline

I’ll count the days, I’ll count the days
I’ll count the days back

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from Mayor's Garage, released March 1, 2019

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