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Caught in the back of a carDrive my dear self around.I'm a mute passenger.Rest my neck on the leatherCool my cheek on the glass.I take in whatever pass.My dear self isn't much for conversation these days.We catch-up, keep in touchBut life's just instant replay.And the lady next door says she fears for my healthSo do I, when I'm by my dear self.Keep me out of the sunlightBecause I can't stand the glare.I'll be alright on the insideAway from unfiltered air.A list for the programsA love for the nightA life for a momentAlone for my life.My dear self isn't much for conversation these days.We catch-up, keep in touchBut life's just instant replayWhen I'm by my dear self.Letras de cancionesMy dear self isn't much for conversation these days.We catch-up, keep in touchBut life's just instant replay.And the lady next door says she fears for my healthSo do I when I'm by my dear self.My dear self isn't much for conversation these days.We catch-up, keep in touchBut life's just instant replay.And the lady next door says she fears for my healthSo do I when I'm by my dear self.My dear self isn't much for conversation these days.We catch-up, keep in touch.But life's just instant replay.And they tell me that touch is essential to health.Does it count if I'm touching myself? From Letras Mania