Don't things change Don't we all What's it like to Crash? the driver
Nothing more to prove So please just send in the machines We know little of celebrations And how things are with you You're hung up on time You're hung up on age Now there's me Now there's me What is it like to Crash? the driver
You drink to rumours and talk About someone new in your bed There is no game to win so Get out as fast as you can
Hung up on 'the time' Hung up on 'my age' You don't know You don't know What it's like to Crash? the driver
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