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Mr. Reliability
If I were a brand new Volvo Circa 2010 I'd be sitting in a brand new shiny showroom, waiting to be bought Then a Michael Schumacher lookalike would come and buy me on the spot Cruising sedately down the highway looking at the scenery Alas my foolish folly why could I have been so wrong to think he would care and cherish me for years to come My owner decided to take me on the highway that night under a starlit sky The wind gliding by as we quickly gathered pace 70, 80, 90, 100 still the needle climbed Instead of my heart purring it made the most incessant whine With a bang and a shudder everything spun around I came to rest eventually stuck in sodden ground I know I am known as Mr Reliable and my owner is quite alright But I wish I was in my garage with a different owner tonight.
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