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lyrics

Thus ends the show
No flashing parties
No fireworks
Just me and you in a car
That should have been sold
That should have never been bought

We are last in the line
Of fallen men, who froze in time
And it's not talent, it's just bad luck
We rather drive, than admit we got stuck

In a moment
In our prime
Like a child with old stale toys
This is what we came to do
Now enjoy

Oh my worried Blues,
Fuelled with guilt and unpaid dues
Oh my selfish luck
Take away this driver's block

Oh my reckless car,
Who am I talking to?
Oh my reckless car,
Just the radio…

In a moment…

credits

from Never Trust the Holy Gracious Medley Band, released February 13, 2009

tags

tags: folk Israel

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