On The Impossible Past by Menzingers
On The Impossible Past lyrics
we took rides in your american muscle car
i felt american
we shared our smokes
i held the wheel while you drank and drove
our plans were miserable
and then we crashed your car
your american muscle car
into a ditch on sawmill road
there was ice on all the roads
we always dreamt of having nice things
having nice things
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