This life is a turn on
the wall of death
We drive ourselves so
hard
It all blurs into
something else
And at the
end what's to show
A ticket to nowhere fast so
A ticket to nowhere fast so
Honey, take it slow
Take it slow
The last magpie on the
traffic lights
Is watching you
blinking twice
He knows
Like the crows
What to do
And where to go
Taking it slow
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