I can remember how good I felt inside
When the preacher said "Son you may kiss the bride"
But as I leaned over to touch her pretty lips I felt it all slip away through my fingertips
And I'm driving a stolen car through a pitch black night
I keep telling myself everything is gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
No matter what I do, or where I drive
Nobody sees me when I ride by....
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