high rise, veins of the avenue, bright eyes and subtle variations of blue. everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you. street lights glisten on the boulevard and cold nights make staying alert so hard. for heaven's sake, keep me awake so i won't be caught off guard. clearly i am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay. dear pacific day, won't you take me away?
i like falling asleep to Owl City.
:)
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