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There's sound, but no hearing
There's a wheel, but no steering
There's no doubt that we're going to collide

I see the lights growing nearer
I see our faces in the mirror
I see no way that we're going to survive

Now we're hitting him head on
Now we're flying on headlong
Now we're lying with the car on it's side

I know that surely we're dying
I know that you've finally stopped crying
But I don't know how I'm still alive

I did all of this because I like you better when you're dead