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One last ride,
the booth was closed Your voice still played in silent code
Lost coupon and jacket seam
Marked valid only in a dream
We chased the music from the cards
But FM cut before it starts
A jingle left on looping air
And no one asked if we were there The light kept turning after us
The gate lights blinked and turned away
You had a map of every stall
I had no plan, just tried them all
Fingers read from colored ice
Traded silence once for dice
The cotton flags were pulled down
fast Like they knew it couldn't last
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