Me and my boy Sam in the tall tall grass
And on our backs in the heat of the sun
On a warm October where the clouds were never
Good for rain, only changing shape
Does your blood run cold
Or your eyes go white
On a borrowed soul
On a borrowed time
Me and my girl Davy on a Sunday morn
Taking our time in a used car lot
Destination where the sun is
Nothing is sure but the time we've got
Does your blood run cold
Or your eyes go white
On a borrowed soul
On a borrowed time
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