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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Slow, melancholic synth]
[Dark atmosphere]

[Verse 1]
The rain is blurring out the neon road
Just a simple job, I’m carrying the load
Six hours to Wales, keep the speed steady
My heart’s a drum, I wasn’t ready
The radio hums a song I used to know
Watch the shadows dance, watch the miles go.

[Pre-Chorus]
Three months to the games, the stage, the light
My muscles burning in the dead of night
All that iron, all that sweat, all that pride
Nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.

[Chorus]
[Building intensity]
Then the mirror lights start talking
Blue and red, and I can’t keep walking
They cut right through the glass
I know this is where I crash
Goodbye to the podium, goodbye to the gold
One bad turn and the whole thing’s cold.

[Verse 2]
Should’ve said no, should’ve walked away
Why did I listen? Why did I play?
Six months of iron walls, a different kind of cell
Trading the Canada dream for this private hell
I see the officer stepping out in the rain
(oh, the rain)
He’s walking slow, bringing me the pain.

[Bridge]
[Fast, frantic tempo]
Hands on the wheel, and they won’t stay still
I’m trying to breathe, but I’m climbing uphill
Stomach in knots, mouth gone dry
Every second loud, every mile too tight
Steel in my arms, but I’m coming apart
Southbound now and the sirens start
[Long, heavy silence]

[Chorus]
[Loud, desperate]
Oh, the mirror lights are talking
Blue and red, and I’m still not stopping
They cut right through the glass
I know this is where I crash
Goodbye to the podium, goodbye to the gold
One bad turn and the whole thing’s cold.

[Outro]
[Slow, breathy]
Just a favour...
(a favour)
Just a ride...
And that’s where it ends.
No medals here.
No second chance.
Just cuffs in the rain.
Goodbye Canada...
Goodbye.
[Fade out with the sound of rain]

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Cuffs in the Rain

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