I'm walking the streets
With my hands in my shoes
I'm out on a date with a picture of you
I got a boxcar racer
It's faster than the speed of sound
It takes me away from here
She's walking the streets
With her hands in her shoes
And she's in love with a boy
Who only gives her the blues
She loves the boxcar racer
Because he's faster than the speed of sound
He takes her away from here
And if you look, oh, if you look
You'll find nothing at all
You'll find nothing at all
But if it's good, oh if it's good
You'll find a love, a great love
If you let it go
So now I'm walking the streets
All alone in the night
I take a look at myself
And I kiss you goodbye, but why?
I was a boxcar racer
I was driving so fast that I couldn't slow down
I was running away from here
I was a boxcar racer
Who was driving so fast that I couldn't slow down
I was running away from here

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