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Driving down a single lane road I met A woman in a dark blue Volkswagen There was no safe place for us to pass Playing at the game of chicken A slow crash coming any day Cannot be avoided Standing at the side of the road with our hands on our hips Two winners at the game of chicken My hand automatically raises up in a salute At an unknown number of magpies roosting in a bush Thieving little birds Thieving little birds Thieving little birds The crows move across this field like a search party A CD skips in the dark blue beetle A slow crash coming any day Cannot be avoided The spinning of a CD skipping Thе winning of a game of chicken Metal hulks lying in thе lane Beetles on their backs Wriggling in vain As real as superstition flying on the wing As real as anything From Letras Mania