Drive
Black car, dark night,
Broken hearts club again tonight.
Alone now, back roads,
Crying out, windows low.
My eyes burn, my gut sinks,
Almost miss a turn, crave the drinks.
Vengeance is mine, my mind cries.
Collapse into bed, before the sunrise.
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