Now there’s a man in the distance
And you are driving the car
Now he is in the distance
No bag beside him no car
And you see he is complete
As a knock as a dog’s bark
But belonging only to himself
In the empty road in snow
Now there’s a man in the distance
And you are driving the car
from Clean
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