The light at the end of the tunnel
Is of an oncoming train
Clouds unload too soon,
And Before I know it
I'm drenching in the heavy rain
Lead me not into temptations,
I can find my way
I'm looking for some entertainment
Any damn possible way
I'm at the wrong places
But at the right hour
Floating in empty spaces
The taste is sour
The light at the end of the tunnel
Has been turned off due to unavoidable circumstances
I'll keep going even if I'm going through hell
Choosing between highway and my way;
I'll take my chances
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