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So I remember we were driving, driving in your car, speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us, and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I, had a feeling that I belonged. I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone...
You got a fast car?
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove.
or to lose."
If the Tracy Chapman song resonates with you, if you feel like a Charles Bukowski poem, if you're fed up and have had it and ready to start over, get in touch.
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