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Cut out your heart Does it feel the same as when we were young? Get in the car Let’s go get destroyed on Parisian roads I've done too much Biting my tongue It's really hard to be alone Please take my keys I don't need to drive home Buckle my knees For miles Afraid of the open road Take my clothes off Bury my face It's nice to know you're here to stay Butter me up Butter me up Butter me up Butter me up From Letras Mania