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Driver, this car’s
been flying
down highways 
straight and true,
but we’ve run off them anyway,
got bruises and dents
and even given some too.
Now the road’s
started winding,
drop-offs on either side,
pistons smoking, 
tired of stroking,
so jam it into reverse,
no matter if you strip the gears,
let’s see if we try real hard
we can make up for all those years,
pound out the dents,
paint over the scratches,
put ice on bruises and bumps,
so driver, swing it 
around this curve, please,
slow it down, turn it around,
there’s still time left 
to break our date
with Thelma and Louise.

Do-Over