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For once I want to be
the car crash,
not always just the traffic
jam.

Hit me hard enough
to wake me,
and lead me wild to your
dark roads.

Headlights
before me:
so beautiful,
so clear;
reach out
and take it,
cos I'm so tired
of all this fear.

My tongue is lost so I
can't tell you:
please just see it in
my eyes.

I'll pull the thorns from our
ripped bodies,
and let the blood fall in
my mouth.

Headlights
before me:
so beautiful,
so clear;
reach out
and take it,
cos I'm so tired
of all this fear.

Headlights
before me:
so beautiful,
so clear;
reach out
and take it,
cos I'm so tired
of all this fear.