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The night is quiet
And empty
I seem to be the only one left on the streets
The speed is oddly calming
Looking over the edge keeps my mind silent
Sometimes it shows me flashing images
To tempt me
When you reach a certain speed
It's like holding a gun to your own head
A single effortless decision can bring your death
I just have to close my eyes
Because I don't want to watch it approaching
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