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My asphalt love is windy blown in the springtime
My asphalt love is dirty gray in the summer
Come lie with me on my asphalt love
We'll point our eyes to the stars above
My asphalt love is turning cold in the autumn
My asphalt love is shiny black in the winter
Come slide with me down my asphalt love
We'll hitch a ride like we're wounded doves
White lines, Yellow lines,
Traffic signs, Joyful times
White lines, Yellow lines,
Traffic signs, Peaceful minds
My asphalt love is sticky wet newly laid down
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