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dig me
it's here i sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor
like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me...
the acid rain floods my floorboard,
burns my pores, and rots my upholstery...
once i was worshipped, polished magnificently,
now i lay in decay by the dirty angry bay
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride...
my skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
my body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle
of motor block manifolds and metal relics
what was deluxe becomes debris
i never questioned loyalty
but this dead end demolishes
the dream of an open highway
dig me...but don't...bury me
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