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Hey kid, I got a present for you,
In the trunk of the car,
And for once, I got a feeling,
That my luck could change.
A quarter ounce and a sunny pickup,
And wherever you are,
Don't you know, I got a feeling,
I'd like to stay the same.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was the lake.
What's the matter with your sunken sister,
Her legs covered in scars,
Don't you know, if I were stuck here,
I would have said it too.
Don't listen to the drunken townies,
Who the fuck do they think they are?
Don't you know, if I wasn't already dying,
I would die for you.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was the lake.
We're free,
We're halfway, holy, free,
Are you photographing me?
Are you awake enough to see?
Weep?
Think?
Feel?
Believe?
Hey wait, I think there's something moving,
In the backseat of the car,
And I know, if you were not swimming,
You might see it too.
Did you ever find your sunken sister,
At the bottom of the pond?
Don't you know, if I wasn't already dying,
I would drown with you.
So let's push the pedal down,
Let's make a mistake,
Cause you, you were the boy,
I was a fake,
It was a toy,
Give it away,
You were the boy,
I was the lake.
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