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 ran right in years
So drive me then gut me
Deceive and fuck me
Then disappear
Well, steal all my jokes
Won't you tell them to them
And act like you're someone
That could be someone
Worth loving
And 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 freeways
Going one-seventeen
And a '68 Fastback
Looks like a hatchback
Racing me
'Cause I, I believe
You cannot tear down
What's built up strong now
Thankfully
Oh, I, I believe
You cannot teardown
What's built up strong now
Thankfully
And I'm flying down freeways
Going one-seventeen
And a '68 Fastback
Looks like a hatchback
Next to me
(Everyone feelin' alright?)
(Okay, it's only fitting, I wrote a song a long time ago called Snow)
(You guys have bared through it)
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