Sometimes I miss my mom and dad
My brother and his kid
But I can't afford to look back now
It's not like I ever did
I lost my best friend on a road like this
And another at the ‘ring
Since then the disappeared have piled high
Hands up if you know what I mean
So as I drive along this precipice tonight
It comes as no surprise
When the mind begins to play its tricks
And the ghosts pull up alongside
Wolfgang, Luigi, Alberto
Peter and Pierre
Pedro y Ricardo
Look now, the gang's all here

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