The End Of Maiden Trip

The Sunday Drivers

Leave to my fate
Fasten on your grave
This is rotted through
And it's too late for you

It was a quiet lane
Until guilt and shame
Thrust me out of you
Now it's too late for you

Is this where it is
The end of maiden trip?
I'll remember you
Now it's too late for you

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