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Late night driver
In the darkest hour of might
When no soul is in sight
A lonely driver speeds on the highway
He calls to tell her he's on the way
Not his wife she's the mistress
The liquor has made him fearless
Of killers and evil that reign
In the dead of the night
Lust rushing in his veins
He left his family more than bitter
Karma will introduce him to the Grim Reaper
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