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Foot heavy on the medal.

Eyes closing, feels like metal.

A little sinful stocks in the cup holder.

I feel like I've been hit by a boulder.

The wind in my hair.

No, I won't share.

This bud is for the birds.

My emotions stirred.

Scars are busting.

And everything is bleeding.

Still driving down the road.

We talked forever, it's all about codes.

The words in the song.

Voices still say I don't belong.

That's my music blaring.

It's so daring.

Rain falls on my arm some more.

It just continues to pour.

The bridge is awful tempting.

Such an abrupt -