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I’ve heard you get lots of mileage Out of the speed of sound It’s how we tracked you down And in the Morse code of the brake lights In the message it’s uttering The medium is everything It says “You’re set free or you get my love” But what else would you do for fun around here? If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there You’ll need a backseat driver Every turn is timed and torn up It’s the language of quick goodbyes And they will metastasize And in the Morse code of the brake lights Repeating and stuttering Are the words of a child king: “You can’t make me, I won’t do this” So what do you do for fun around here? If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there You’ll need a backseat driver And I’ll grow back into it I know it’s time that we got going Letras de cancionesThough it’s unsafe at every speed And I’ll grow back into it I know it’s time that we got going Though it’s unsafe at every speed I’ve heard you get lots of mileage Out of the speed of sound It’s how we tracked you down And in the Morse code of your brake lights You said “so what do you do for fun around here?” If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there You’ll need a backseat driver If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there You’ll need a backseat driver If you’re gonna travel and never arrive there You’ll need a backseat driver From Letras Mania