| Feel the speed through the intersection
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| Sheets of rain I seek out cars
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| Hands in gloves grip handlebars
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| Ride alone to the pub in the dark
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| I get a little wet but I don’t have to park
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| And the lights start flashing green and red as I ride
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| A car turns left and I slide
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| I can’t turn back
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| I make contact
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| Blinkers smash into mosaic
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| Then I start flying
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| Always think we get more time
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| Now flying through the air
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| Maybe living maybe dying
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| In this motor crash it’s you who comes to mind
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| Don’t we always wish had more time
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| I’m thrust slow mo through time and space
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| Details smash and
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| I protect my face
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| And then I see yours
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| And go to a time when we just knew
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| Mister death in the car below
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| Doesn’t even slow
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| And away he goes
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| In the majesty of a motor crash
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| You skid into my darkness forming
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| Sex and death, heartbreak and strife
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| But I give no warning
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| Here it comes, my hit and run
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| Come down hard and roll to my feet
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| And rain washes blood now off concrete
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| People turn away and I just had to laugh
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| Cause I’m still flying
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| Living and dying
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| And I’d like to thank mister death for what he’s done
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| Cause I got to walk away from my hit and run
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| Mysteries are not so empty
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| Cause I saw you
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| At my hit and run |