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Calling all cars of the lovers who are all
Sitting still on the open road
Thinking old scars will appeal to the heart
Of a thrill that you do not know
You don’t want more
You just want a war in me

Slipping on tiles of reality is fine
If you haven’t got a place to go
Going for a ride just as long as it subsides
By the time that we get back for the show
You don’t want less
You just want what’s left in me

The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know

Separating sides of the argument is wise
If you favor everyone the same
But no one is the wiser if we settle on a slider
Regulating who will win the blame
You don’t have need
All of your greed in me

The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
Wait for me
I can’t see

Leaving what you know, familiarity in tow,
Makes the shore hard to call by name
Leveraging your hold for a better bit of gold
Leaves you hurting for it all the same
You don’t have a grip
Dig your fingertips in me

Calling all cars of the lovers who are all
More toxic than we might have known
Celebrating scars like they represent a part
Of ourselves that we ought to show
Wait for me
I can’t see

The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
The center of the earth can be anywhere you are, you know
Wait for me
I can’t see

I can’t see…