The Gaslight Anthem - The Backseat
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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In the backseats of burned out cars.
In the disenchantment lane.
The ideal angels twist and turn,
ask forgiveness for future mistakes.
But you and I we've been through this.
Maybe 100 times before.
Always hitching rides with strangers.
Poppa warned us about before
But you know the summer always brought it.
That wild and reckless breeze.
And in the backseat,
we're just trying to find some room for our knees.
And in the backseat,
we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
And in the backseat,
we're just trying to find some room to breathe.
And in the wild desert sun,
we drove straight on through the night.
We rode a fever out of Boston.
Dreamed of California nights.
Come July, we'll ride the Ferris Wheel.
Go round and round and