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static
on the line city fading slow black car sliding through the ash
dead phone in my leather grip
you called again from the locked side
trust broke like the glass on the street
money don't mean nothing now
sirens cutting through the smoke
stay low don't run still breathing through the static stay low don't
run infected but I want you
red lights flashing on empty blocks
your voice through the broken speaker
we both know the doors won't hold
but I keep driving back to you
too late to leave now
blood red on the dash stay low don't
run
still breathing through the static
stay low don't
run infected but I
want you
dead line on the radio still here with you