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Oct 2019
I'm afraid to look into my rear view mirror
Something's creepin up on me
There's a train wreck comin that I can't see
I'm gonna be squashed!
Like a bug on the wall

Like a bug on the wall
And all my hopes and dreams
Everything I thought I'd be
Will go leakin out of me
Leakin out of me...
Inspired by the first time I drove and 18 wheel tractor trailer through the city of Chicago during Friday rush hour.  I was certain that it was the end of days.
Written by
Jeff Spate  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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