Driving one of your cars.

Saw you go high above, autumn clouds
Blinded my eyes when the sparks grew bigger than your lies
You're concealed but still so wonderful, so magical
Blinded my forehead, say can I see if it's me

So cold, so cold... Meet me there, alone and spared

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