The story
Four wheels carry him where the quiet keeps closing in.
A quad idles at the edge of campus, all grit and engine buzz against the neat lines of student life. He rides it like a small rebellion, cutting past brick walls and parked cars, the machine loud enough to keep the silence from catching him. But every pass only circles the same place, and the night still waits.
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Lyrics
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