Another day has come and gone.
So impatiently we've waited just to sing along
To some Boxcar Racer, some Blink-182
And if you're lucky, I'll sing country with you.
You teach me a song, and I'll teach one back.
You pick a song, and I'll switch the track,
Until we find a song we can both sing,
And we'll sing so loud, our ears will ring.
We'll scream in the car, at the top of our lungs,
Singing those songs that we've already sung:
A thousand times, they never get old;
Using my beautiful voice, or so I've been told...
To accompany yours while you sing along.
Our voices together, in endless song...
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