Song for an American car

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Gentle how the tender breeze blows
whispers through my Gran Torino
whistling another tired song

Realign all the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far
I drink instead; on my own; Oh! how I’ve known
the battle scars and worn out beds
These streets are old they shine
with the things I’ve known
and breaks through the trees
their sparkling


Engines humm and bitter dreams grow
heart-locked in a Gran Torino
it beats a lonely rhythm all night long

Gentle now a tender breeze blows
whispers through a Gran Torino
whistling another tired song