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  1. Every Car Is A Person

Every Car Is A Person Lyrics - Singles - The Hereafter

Ive been treated I can see 

Im not stupid I can see 

Im not sorry, Im angry 

I am beaten, I am torn 

I am glad that I was born 

Im glad that I am living 

 

I am shaken I am scared 

Im weak and unprepared 

Im a loser and a liar 

I will kill to stay alive 

I will kill to prove a point 

I will set the earth on fire 

 

So I woke up late 

Put my shoes on straight 

Walked out the gate 

And the day was new 

And the lake was blue 

And the eagle flew 

Ive been hibernating waiting for a sign 

Ive been medicating, drinking dollar wine 

 

She was cute and she was small 

She was playing basketball 

She made me wonder 

We finished it so fast 

As the ambulances passed 

And the lightening and the thunder 

 

She gave everything to me 

I said I didnt know 

And I put myself above her 

And I decided not to wait 

I decided not to care 

I decided just to love her 

Where she stood is where I stood is understood 

And the day was new 

And the lake was blue 

And the eagle flew 

I said lets stay up and watch it all go down 

 

And once again they play with my head again 

They got me in deep again 

I fell for their tricks again 

And I believed them again 

Im such an idiot 

Once again they twisted my arm again 

I fell for their charm again 

I didnt wake up until I understood the freeway 

 

Every car is a person 

Every car is a person 

Every car is a person 

Every car is a person 

Every car is a person 

Every car is a person 

 

So the eagle flew 

And the lake was blue 

And the day is new 

We are older now 

I am older now 

You are older too 

And the open grinder will always find her too 

And the desperate faces on Sunday afternoon 

The open grinder is sure to find her too 

And the desperate faces on Sunday afternoon