[Intro]

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[Verse]
             
 I broke free 

              
on a Saturday 


morning
             
 I put the ped

          
al to the floo

r
             
 Headed north 

              
on Mills Avenu

 
e
              
 And listened 

             
to the engine 


roar


[Link]
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[Verse]
             
 My broken hou

              
se behind me a

        
nd good things

 ahead
              
 A girl named 

             
Cathy wants a 

             
little of my t

ime
             
 Six cylinders

              
 underneath th

  
e hood crashin

g and kicking
             
 Ahah, listen 

              
to the engine 


whine


[Chorus]
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me


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[Verse]
             
 I played vide

             
o games in a d

runken haze
             
 I was 17 year

  
s young
             
 Hurt my knuck

              
les punching t

     
he machines
              
 The taste of 

             
scotch rich on

    
 my tongue


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[Verse]
             
 And then Cath

              
y showed up an

     
d we hung out
             
 Trading swigs

              
 from a bottle

      
, all bitter a

nd clean
             
 Locking eyes,

         
 holding hands
             
 Twin high mai

           
n-ten-ance mac

hines


[Chorus]
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me


[Bridge]
           
 I drove home 

              
in the Califor

    
nia dusk
             
 I could feel 

              
the alcohol in


side of me hum
              
 Pictured the 

           
look on my ste

          
pfather's face
             
 Ready for the

              
 bad things to

 
 come


[Verse]
             
 I down-shifte

              
d as I pulled 

         
into the drive

way
             
 The motor scr

              
eaming out, st

       
uck in   secon

d gear
              
 The scene end

             
s badly, as yo

          
u might imagin

e
             
 In a cavalcad

              
e of anger and

 
 fear

              
 There will be

             
 feasting and 

          
dancing in Jer

            
usalem next ye

ar


[Chorus]
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me
              
 I am going to

             
 make it throu

             
gh this year i

                
f it kills me


[Outro]
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