Cloves
Run
Sail away like I'm headed to somewhere
Faster than you can say, "Go, get gone"
Teach me to drive, I'm afraid for my life
So run, baby, go on, get clean
And I'm gone (Gone), I'm gone
Here I go again, my plaintiff tears
Leaving me to soak
And I'm curling up like paper cigarettes
What a fucking joke
Plastic gold
Wearing plastic gold
Sail away like I'm headed to somewhere
Faster than you can say, "Go, get gone"
Teach me to drive, I'm afraid for my life
So run, baby, go on, get clean
And I'm gone
(Gone)
(I'm gone)
(Gone)
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