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Chapter Eight

from '83 by Chris Ridire

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I hear revving,
I turn and see,
My stolen car,
Staring back me,
How the hell did get there?
And who the hell is driving it?
It looks like moving,
It’s coming this way,

And I turn, and I run down the lane,
I hear the damn thing’s gaining speed,
And there’s nowhere, I can jump out the way,
It’s going... it’s going to kill me.

It’s closing in,
Just a few feet,
The engine’s deafening,
Fumes smell sweet,
And in any second,
I’ll go under,
My rag doll body,
Torn asunder,

I feel my back go with a crack,
As I’m lifted right off of my feet,
I go up and over the bonnet,
Collapse in a broken heap,
And sky melts to black all again,
I can hear a high-pitched whirring,
And the nausea hits me once again,
And I feel the world slowly begin to slip,

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from '83, released February 18, 2014

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Chris Ridire Cardiff, UK

Chris Ridire is a lo-fi singer/songwriter from Wexford, Ireland, currently based in Cardiff, UK.

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