I've never tried harder, never been more still
Did never speak, sought no feeling before
And yet look at me now
As I fear not the car, not even the lights
But only not getting hit, while I might still be alive;
While I might still manage to cry
Perhaps just even squint the last of this eye.
Deer in the headlights,
Oh dear, in the headlights.
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