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Can't see the lights or the blue orange signs |
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Can't see the road or the long white lines |
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Feeling the ground through the pedals on the floor |
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Feeling death pounding at the door |
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Windows all open, chaos in my hair |
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Driving me round and leaving me there |
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Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind |
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Cover my trail and we'll leave this life behind |
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Drive blind |
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All at once, too much light |
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Captured and frozen, hear no sound |
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Bright flashes penetrate |
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Glowing, flowing, lifting off the ground |
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Can't see the lights or the blue orange signs |
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Can't see the road or the long white lines |
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Cover my eyes and we'll die driving blind |
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Cover my trail and we'll leave this life behind |
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Drive blind |
