This Year

I broke free on a Saturday morning
 I put the pedal to the floor
 Headed north on Mills Avenue
 And listened to the engine roar
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 My broken house behind me and good things ahead
 A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time
 Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
 Aha! Listen to the engine wine
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
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 I played video games in a drunken haze
 I was 17 years young
 Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
 The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue
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 And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
 Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
 Locking eyes, holding hands
 Twin high maintenance machines
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
 I drove home in the California dusk
 I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
 Pictured the look on my stepfather's face
 Ready for the bad things to come
 I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway
 The motor screaming out stuck in second gear
 The scene ends badly as you might imagine
 In a cavalcade of anger and fear
 There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me
 I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me