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Feb 2014
I ****** away a lot of time
Whiskey on the lens
Blurred my vision up untill the end
Driving to the e.r.

Here we come!
Here we come!
Driving to the end.

When and if I haunted you
you hid from me
But i stuck like glue

The drums sound
And the sky rumbles
I'm coming for you

You're storming through the dark
And I'm coming for you
Stand alone
Here I come

Driving a friend
to the e.r.
Driving to the end
Written by
X-Ray El gato  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
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