I'm passed out on the overpass. Sunday best and broken glass broken down from the bikes and bars. Suspended like spirits over speeding cars. You and me were kings over the parkway tonight. And tonight will go on forever while we walk around this town like we own the streets, and stay awake through summer like we own the heat.
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