She was Midnight Blue, through and through
Soaring with her felt like a speed breeze from heaven's angel wings
There was nothing she couldn't do
Took us to where our wildest dreams lied
She kept revving, she couldn't stop, not even if she tried
We smiled at her, thanking her for our ride
A kiss, she returned, promising to always abide
Singing together, we laughed, knowing she'd crash us blissfully into our adolescence
Endless late nights calling our names
She couldn't wait to take to the stage
On Dream Rd. , here we all go!
Far far and far away, no one knows
Young and Free
We can always be, with she
Express away to the High way, we felt taller than the sky
Never let this moment die
Laughing as she drove us to above and beyond
This memories will always live on
My dearest sweet, drive me all the way home
I'll lock up on my way out, no harm done
Until tomorrow, this night has just begun.
Free, we shall always be
Young, we hope to stay
Take me to my desired path, we're ready to glide on by today
-opal
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Calamitous
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