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We take your car its friday night we're on a ride past city lights we make a trip out to the mire its much too dark we played with fire we're hunting down the nameless roads our hearts they race up to our throats as our headlights cut through the fog what have we done i try to speak tears in my eyes im in charge my voice so weak as our headlights cut through the fog you grab my hand but im in shock its much too late From Letras Mania