DREAM MACHINES                        

This is the last Sunday drive, cottony clouds in a sky blue sky
Across the river lies a valley soft and green,
it looks the way it did since 1917

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This is the last Sunday drive, cottony dogwoods line the treeline
An Amishman with his draft horse and his plow
He used to represent the past but he's the future now

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Chorus:

Dream machines and gasoline, dream machines and gasoline, dream machines and
gasoline

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This is the last tank of gas, guess I should try to make it last
I coulda saved it up for something more worthwhile
But we'd run out anyway in just a couple miles
 
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Chorus:  (words omitted)

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This is the last Sunday drive, we'll leave this car wherever it dies
We shoulda known that this is how the story ends
When you're drinkin' gasoline and pissin in the wind
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c 2009 David Gohn