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temporary paradise
silver trimmings on black canvas
the night has only just begun
to exist among the flying highway
speeding uncontrollably by my window
who knows where we'll end up
tonight, we're heading south
and there's no turning back
I'll drive when you're tired
you speak when it's quiet
the radio plays familiar songs
so perfectly chosen
to guide us to temporary paradise
the night has only just begun
to exist among the flying highway
speeding uncontrollably by my window
who knows where we'll end up
tonight, we're heading south
and there's no turning back
I'll drive when you're tired
you speak when it's quiet
the radio plays familiar songs
so perfectly chosen
to guide us to temporary paradise
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