| I stopped to fill my car up
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| The car felt good that day
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| I didn’t know where I was going
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| But it felt good for a change
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| Five and a pocket full of silver
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| I paid the lady no change
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| And then it started to piss down
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| I started driving again
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| And then I looked up
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| And looked in the mirror behind me
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| And then I looked up
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| And looked in the mirror behind me
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| A man round forty in the back seat
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| Must have stepped in when I was empty
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| So why’s he sat there just waiting
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| Likely to smash my face in
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| He had a bag full of money
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| He said just driv me away
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| I didn’t know where I was going
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| Yt it felt good to be strange
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| And still I look up
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| And look in the mirror behind me
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| And still I look up
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| And look in the mirror behind me
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| Curiosity is over
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| Stepped down from the car
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| He pulled a gun out from his jacket
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| Said I was going to die
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| It gives me so much satisfaction
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| To watch you beg and cry
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| Well I just made up this story
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| To get your attention makes me smile
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| I never looked up or looked
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| In the mirror behind me
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| I never looked up or looked
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| In the mirror behind me |