| Splashing through the water on the motorway
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| The headlights shine in every drop of rain
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| And every mile takes a minute and every minute lasts an hour
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| And there’s so many miles until we’re home again
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| And staring through the gathering mists on the windscreen
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| I know that paying the prices came so soon
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| But I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me
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| Than they’ll ever cut into you
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| And still the fires won’t go out
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| That no power of the mind can drive away
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| All I ever see are your eyes calling
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| And the hatred and the love and the passion and the pain
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| Everybody knows this feeling like an old friend
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| And everybody feels it the same
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| But out here in the dark there is no one else
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| Driving faster, faster through the rain
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| And still the fires won’t go out
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| Am I trying to raise a toast when the glass is already empty?
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| Am I paying the price now the wasted years are through?
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| But I swear that those eyes cut deeper into me
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| Than they’ll ever, ever cut into you. |