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The Tunnel Of Love II
We rode it once more, the “Tunnel of Love”, with the rickety rusting rail
Our own good sense should have stopped us there
But we rode the damned thing without a care
Who cares if the old machines fail?
The ride wasn’t brutal, or as short as in youth
The worn upholstery made us welcome and warm
And we didn’t feel robbed or at all come to harm
And I’d ride it again if you must know the truth!
