when i went driving, the road was a ghost
the night so empty it was like wading through ink
car so steady i felt no misery could find me
too bad there’s always a catch
that sadness knows the short way back
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when i went driving, the road was a ghost
the night so empty it was like wading through ink
car so steady i felt no misery could find me
too bad there’s always a catch
that sadness knows the short way back