'68 Fastback - Live

Take my soul, take my heart
 Won't you tear me apart?
 If I'm good for anything, it's all of this suffering
 So use me for parts
 To you, I'm just salvage
 I ain't run right in years
 So drive me, then gut me
 Deceive and fuck me, then disappear
 Steal all my jokes
 Won't you tell them to them?
 Then act like you're someone that could be someone
 Worth loving
 Steal all the good parts
 That you found in me
 Yeah, you'll sell 'em quick, hell, you'll sell 'em cheap
 Yeah, you'll give 'em for free
 Well, I cleaned all my pistons
 I'm running on 91
 And I'm piecing myself back off the shelf
 One by one
 And now I've got a driver
 Who chooses the high road
 She don't use me for scraps or throw my ass back
 When I hit potholes
 And I'm flying down free ways
 Goin' 117
 And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
 Racing me
 'Cause I believe
 You cannot tear down what's built up strong now, thankfully
 Oh, I believe
 You cannot tear down what's built up strong now, thankfully
 And I'm flying down free ways
 Going 117
 And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
 Next to me
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 Everyone feelin' alright?
 Okay, it's only fitting, I wrote a song a long time ago called "Snow"
 You guys have beared through it