that's a pretty big trunk
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on my lincoln town car ain't it
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big enough to take these broken hearts
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and put em in it..
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now i'm driving round
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on the boulevard trunk bleeding
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and everytime the cops pull me over
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they don't ever see them
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they never see them
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and i've got this black suit on
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roaming around like i'm ready for a fune-ral
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5 more miles till the road runs out
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i'm about to drive in the ocean
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imma try to swim from something
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bigger than me
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kick off my shoes
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and swim good
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and swim good
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take off this suit
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and swim good
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and swim good
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good
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got some pretty good beats
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on this 808cd in
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memory seats i'm sitting on stay heated
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i would've put tints on my windows
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but what's the difference
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when i feel like a ghost no Schwayze
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ever since i lost my baby
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I've had this black suit on
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roaming around like i'm ready for a fune-ral
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one more mile till the road runs out
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i'm about to drive in the ocean
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imma try to swim from something
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bigger than me
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kick off my shoes
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and swim good
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and swim good
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take off this suit
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and swim good
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and swim good
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good
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i'm going off
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don't try stopping me
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i'm going off
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don't try saving me
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no flares
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no vest
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no fear
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waves are washing me out
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i'm about to drive in the ocean
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imma try to swim from something
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bigger than me
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kick off my shoes
|
and swim good
|
and swim good
|
take off this suit
|
and swim good
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and swim good
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good
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Swim Good
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Frank Ocean |