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He was never destined to change, an enemy of the night Scouring my memories, I've got nothing to hide Never destined to change or let go of his pride Driving down a one-way street, I’m just along for the ride I'm just along for the ride Five dollars in my mother's pocket The rest for the score Waiting on the corner of Ward and Kings Cross Road Outside an old record store I bought my first CD that day With the five that mum could spare, so unaware We’d be waiting for a call "He's in intensive care, condition; critical" Beaten to a pulp By two or three or four The next time I saw my father's face I didn't recognize him anymore No, I didn't recognize him anymore A victim of desperation An enemy of the night I'm just along for the ride Two minutes from the petrol station My father used to run Letras de cancionesHe got clean and tried to make ends meet But all hope had come undone When he fell in and out of love (In and out of love) His sickness was reclaimed (Sickness was reclaimed) A cigarette, a junk-fueled slumber He rode shotgun in the flames His skin was stained with Gasoline His nerves could feel no pain He held the key to his release But he was never destined to change A victim of desperation An enemy of the night (An enemy of the night) A victim of desperation An enemy of the night (An enemy of the night) I'm just along for the ride I'm just along for the ride From Letras Mania