Tác giả : Dead Moon
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Asked, "where are you going?" 
"somewhere far away. " 
She was standing at the window 
I won't forget her face 
With my suitcase and my old car 
I'm driving somewhere blind 
Unknown passage 
Cuttin' like a knife through the night 
Cuttin' like a knife through my eyes