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Phish - Contact lyrics

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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
Bummed is what you are
When you go out to your car and it's been towed

I woke up one morning in November
And I 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 riding away
And come back home without you
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Copyrights:

Author: Mike Gordon

Composer: Mike Gordon

Publisher: Ernest Anastasio

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Released in: 1990

Language: English

Appearing on: Junta (1988) , Live Phish 02 (2001) , Live Phish 09 (2002)

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