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Driving With The Brakes On
Del Amitri
Submitted by: Mr Blue
Me and Sally split up the day before Christmas Eve. We decided it was over at my Mums house so I had to drive her back to Canterbury. I didn’t even know why it was over, I was just kind of going with the flow, I really couldn’t figure out where I’d gone wrong. But I swear to god, the guy who wrote this song was in the car with us. That’s how close to the mood in that Golf that day was. I can’t even begin to put it into words but it’s true. And although the song wasn’t released some years later it still makes me think about driving out of Birchington in my crappy VW (which she’d made me buy. I wanted a Triumph Spitfire like Andy.), taking away my girl. When I saw her walk away for the last time, back into her parents house I know she was crying. When she became engaged to someone else three months later I figured out what was wrong. I wasn’t him.
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