The only sunset around here is a boulevard. Days into nights into blurs. Counting on myself while you're counting sheep. A kiss goodnight. Forget the front door. I'm more of the under-the-lamp-post kind of guy.
This year has been put to music. Next time your head bounces and your heart skips a beat, you'll know where I've been. Remixed and ready.
Click, Click, Flash, Flash...
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