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The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode
Take us back home

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we will
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Bummed is what you are when you go out
To your car and it's been towed

I woke up one morning and I told her
And then realized, I love you
It's not your headlights in front
Your tailpipe or the skylight above you

It's the way you cling to the road
When the wind tries to shove you
I'd never go driving away or
Come back home without you

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we will
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we am

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we do
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode
Help us out with this number

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we will, yes it is
The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
Yes we can, yes that's right

The tires are the things on your car
That make contact with the road
The car is the thing on the road
That takes you back to your abode