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Blood on the road, I’m asleep in the back seat. Ignore the ghosts, you can let me out. I’m not the one, you know I don’t go here. Ignore the ghosts, you can let me out. I’m not satisfied with all of our instincts. I won’t let it slide I will follow it. I’m not satisfied with all of our instincts. I won’t let it slide I will follow it. From Letras Mania