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Dashboard lights glowing green. Like a scene from a movie screen. Your hand resting on my knee. We are fugitives running free. Streetlights passing, rhythm flashing. Everything else is just trash. Late-night drive, nowhere to go. Moving fast, feeling slow. Neon signs reflecting on your skin. Let the night begin. Cool air, warm touch. I want this way too much. The engine hums a lullaby. Underneath a velvet sky. Pull over by the cliffside view. I only want to look at you. Silence speaks volumes now. Wipe the sweat from your Brow. Keep driving Into the dark. Just drive.