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Who has the keys to this Wednesday night? I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit                off I-90   and these bloodshot eyes   they won't slow me down   or catch up until bar time. Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size                can dissemble time and make a smudge out of our plights. Not asking questions. I won't need to lie if I just keep quiet.                Not gonna slow                                      me down.                   Not this time. Door to the weekend has started creaking and leaking light. But my threshold's high and we're not on foreign ground. Dim reflection in your shouting eyes calls for some more time so it's one more round and keep running for a place that's high. Not gonna stop until these blurring lights                and my X'd out eyes can make a streak out of my sight. No further questions. I don't mean to pry. So I'll just keep quiet.                Deal is, you've gotta                                      hide                                              me tonight. Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.                Torch these bridges,              flee through rainy night.               They can't stop us now              or catch up until bar time.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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Who has the keys to this Wednesday night? I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit                off I-90   and these bloodshot eyes   they won't slow me down   or catch up until bar time. Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size                can dissemble time and make a smudge out of our plights. Not asking questions. I won't need to lie if I just keep quiet.                Not gonna slow                                      me down.                   Not this time. Door to the weekend has started creaking and leaking light. But my threshold's high and we're not on foreign ground. Dim reflection in your shouting eyes calls for some more time so it's one more round and keep running for a place that's high. Not gonna stop until these blurring lights                and my X'd out eyes can make a streak out of my sight. No further questions. I don't mean to pry. So I'll just keep quiet.                Deal is, you've gotta                                      hide                                              me tonight. Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.                Torch these bridges,              flee through rainy night.               They can't stop us now              or catch up until bar time.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
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