.Orange Skies over West Gate traffic flow
Turns the bay to folded sheets of copper down below
Buildings turn from factories to magic lights that glow
And Iâm taking on a darkness of my own
Windshield of dead flies, no longer free to roam
Heading out of the roadhouse from one more.
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