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That's a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain't it? Big enough to take these broken hearts and put 'em in it Now I'm driving 'round on the boulevard, trunk bleeding And every time the cops pull me over, they never see them And I've got this black suit on Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral Five more miles 'til the road runs out I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good Take off this suit and swim good, and s
