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When the last call’s been called,
and the echo of the drums
slow to a pulse in your veins,
the shadows behind the open door beckon.
Your instincts hone in to the primal yearning,
and the darkness swallows you up,
as you roar down the highway few ever travel,
to a place without constraint.