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• Artiste: Maya Hawke
• Titre: Driver
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One, two, three, one I cook and I clean now I do different things than I used to do Feel I'm always rinsin' dishes I load them and I think about you I imagine my mom and dad Loosely neckin' in the back of a taxi cab I'd give everything I'll ever have to see them happy Kissin' just like that And oh, I can watch it in the movies I don't wanna see it that crafted and clear Wanna be the pervert driver Gazin' at them through a tilted mirror I stay up, I play Backgammon now Not a dirty glass, I drink straight from the spout I sleep through the night now On the medication you left at my house I miss you like the soft spot at the top of my baby skull's rose I miss you like my phonе tonight I miss you like my openness that closеd Now I'll tell you a secret A secret that everyone already knows You remind me of my father Your attitude, your disheveled clothes Thinkin' of you makes me happy Happy that my father, he got free That even though it hurt me He can be whoever the hell he wants to be You see, a free man can be a relied on Trusted not to let go of the bike Nothin' stickin' his feet to the ground No one's holdin' a string to his kite