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ByebyeDrive, drive, drive in the middle of the night
In this country road where anything can happen
Pack, pack, pack quickly the body
In a plastic bag before it gets cold
Now, now, now that he's dead
We can throw him in a distant lake
My EnemyMy mouth is mumbling the words as the distance gets shorter
My feet get off the tracks I don't understand
Oh poor hypocrit, you little child, you've been turning a man
And your eyes are watching me without a feeling
But if you cover your eyes as the world is still turning
Don't despise me like they despised you