Modern Nostalgia

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[Intro 2]
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[Verse 1]
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  When things go south at the 
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darkest hour in a grey-blue car at 
90 miles
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per hour. Don't worry, babe, this 
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is not a retreat,   it's an escape.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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  Push the window down, babe,   
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let the world come in,
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  bursting out your lungs. 
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Chain-smoking Mary Longs.
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  At 100 miles per hour you can't 
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quit, no matter how hard you try.
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No matter how good you've been, 
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twelve angry men 've spoken their 
mind,
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  the verdict's in, you can't 
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catch up with the time.

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[Verse 3]
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  From the backseat I see   the 
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world backwards,
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  this temple of no doors, this 
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Eden with no floor where guilt is on
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 another level.
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  The peepshow is free at 110 
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miles per hour,
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  as streetlights flash   like 
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regrets   from an ancient time.

[Bridge]
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From different lives, let's hide 
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our love,
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  somewhere it won't be tried.

[Verse 4]
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  Don't panic, babe, it's just 
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you and I,
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  now close your eyes and drive.
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[Interlude]
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[Verse 1] (Reprise)
C                Am        
  When things go south at the 
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darkest hour in a grey-blue car at 
90 miles
    C                  Am         
per hour. Don't worry, babe, this 
           Em     Dm
is not a retreat,   it's an escape.

[Otro]
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