| A bus is heading north
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| Descending through a mist
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| That was formed in the warmth
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| Where the sea and night air kissed
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| The passengers arranged themselves
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| To sit in isolation
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| They spread out along the aisle
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| Avoiding conversation
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| When the engine started with a howl
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| Handling the road like a wild untrained colt
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| Creaking with it’s load
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| The bus grinds to a halt
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| And I’m the only one awake except the driver
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| The night has been to take them all
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| And left us two survivors
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| And then I heard the howl
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| The dog lay in our way
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| Spread out on the track
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| A long forgotten stray
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| An empty void of black
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| The driver tried to move her on
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| But coward back in fear
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| She would either let us go
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| Or we’d be stranded here
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| But when I looked her in the eye
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| I knew what I must do
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| I reached deep down into my soul
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| To memories of you
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| And I gave a howl
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| A howl, a prayer full of hope
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| Like every song ever wrote
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| Born from a pit of despair
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| A sacrifice of truth to the air
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| And knowing the meaning of the song
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| She hung her head and was gone
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| Now the midnight bus is rolling on
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| The passengers wake up
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| One of them is bleeding
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| And another’s throwing up
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| Another two are fighting
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| One begins to yawn
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| And I wonder
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| Surely this is hell |