Maybe it was another me?

I saw my car today, but it wasn’t mine

I wonder what she’s like this other me who drives my car

I hope she realises how cool she is

Tonight, I will go to sleep and join her

Sink into the deep leather seat, roll the window down, crank up some Queen

I want to break free, we’ll sing

and know that we already have

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