Get into the car, stars made for us tonight.
Oh, the passenger. He rides and he rides.
What does he see? He sees the sign and hollow sky, he sees the stars come out tonight, he sees the city's ripped backsides, he sees the winding ocean drive.
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
singing la la la la lala la la.
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