We're riding down the boulevard We're riding through the dark night night We're far for tank and empty hearts Pretending we're in love but it's never enough As the sirens tell the lonely end A part of me get here now, now I'm in Babe, we see your storm is closing, pretending we're getting Don't say a word while we dance with the devil, uh, You're going to fight to a world so cold We're at a time on a highway to never Hold on, hold on,

Hold on Yesterday you were telling me there's a way I might be able to talk to ChatGPT, i.e. you, my ChatGPT account, not an open AI alternative.

Can I.

There was a way