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The past sped by in the fast lane
Surpassed all forms of forgiveness
Clinged onto past pain
He looked at himself in the mirror
And couldn't remember his last name
Paranoia filled his mind, it couldn't trust gain
The road was the sole witness
Harbouring accounts of this conflict fest
Night time came
Night lights unfazed
He became street crazed
Swifter than a QuickSilver in a speed chase
The past sped by in the fast lane
Surpassing all forms of forgiveness
He clinged onto past pain
Looked at himself in the mirror
And couldn't remember his last name
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