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I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive,
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A sensory lullaby
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We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines,
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for pistons and gasoline
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We see the road from the bedside, parked under the sunshine,
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we feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside and take it to the motorway
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Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
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Shift the gears for years and age a single day
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Until we spill onto Russian Hill
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Past cathedrals filled with God's favourite guests,
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dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best
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Treeline village, oh, so heavenly,
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cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper, only Eden is for millionaires
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Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
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Shift the gears for years and age a single day
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Until we spill onto Russian Hill
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I'm pulling through the last stoplight we head home past the shoreline,
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and through the rear view mirror it all melts away 'til we're helpless
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Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
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Shift the gears for years and age a single day
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For like curtains close this sunset matinee
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A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill
