Copilots like me put into the driver's seat
Long discussions about the automobile's performance
The color of words deepens as we talk about a toy
about an object of delight to simple boys
There's something wrong with the car
I'm obsessed with finding the spare part
Turning corners and caressing side streets
embracing the avenue of industrial products
Down the road passing the great warehouses
Passing the spare parts shop
Putting on the breaks slowly reaching a stop
I need that spare part
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