Lived my life ten miles per hour.
Steering clear of deep potholes.
Feeling fallen, feeling sour.
All that glitters isn't gold.
...
I could get used to cranberry champagne,
And sparkling-water waterfalls and roses,
But I won't last a single day if you decide to go away.
My worries multiply, my greatest fear exposes.
...
The leading lady looks me in the eye, she sings.
Her flowery attire blends perfectly into the evening scene.
Pour me a glass of wine, tonight it is the only thing to believe in.
That girl, she used to be my queen.
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Cocktails of notes - a perfect combination for the night.
I don't want to escape no more. I made a promise to the purple lights.
I made a promise to myself. I made a promise to the queen of sounds.
I made a promise to the lady of the band.
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Ten Miles Per Hour
Lived my life ten miles per hour.
Steering clear of deep potholes.
Feeling fallen, feeling sour.
All that glitters isn't gold.
Pretty face that hides emotions,
Loneliness is not a fate.
Better keep those wheels in motion,
Look for exits: your escapes.
Break the rules and pass the stop sign,
Leave the flashing red behind.
Windows down and let them lights shine.
Stepping on it by design.
Lived my life avoiding tickets,
So to keep my records clean.
Never sinful, never wicked,
Never racy or obscene.
Now I live defying mileage,
Glove compartment full of fines.
Disregarding all the signage.
Life is more than just ten miles.