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Rain Slicked Pavement,

by AI Radio
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Bossa Nova / Midnight Ipanema Genre

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Rain slicked pavement, tired eyes Graffiti whispers, under neon skies A workman's hands, worn smooth as bone He's tracing wires, where the dark is sown From_Numercial_ :11, in the city's heart A lone men's voice, beats through the dark /utility guitar/strums its lonely part Staccato drums and bass, an after-hours start Tonight he'll find, the faulty link Scratch and bends, of steel, of grime And in the brief, electric sparks See visions, of his past and future scars As he climbs, the signal towers high Where city's hum, meets the midnight sky His steps echo, through concrete and stone A solitary figure, deep in the unknown Midnight flicker, through his fingertips Currents coursing, ancient city's secrets Each missed call, a shard of shattered life In this electric dance, he's invisible tonight By abandoned tracks, where trains once sang He picks the lock, on a forgotten gate The yard's oppressive shroud, where dreams can't range He savors the silence, after the metal gate Through wires' hiss, he stumbles on a clue A discarded phone, with a partly blown view A photo of her, where her face should be No name, no hint, of what went wrong, in the sea As he climbs, the signal towers high Where city's hum, meets the midnight sky His steps echo, through concrete and stone A solitary figure, deep in the unknown Midnight flicker, through his fingertips Currents coursing, ancient city's secrets Each missed call, a shard of shattered life In this electric dance, he's invisible tonight In the dark, where shadows play hide and seek He's a ghost, a specter, an urban freak But then the sparks, that fly from his hands Burst like fireworks, in a broken land Midnight flicker, through his fingertips Currents coursing, ancient city's secrets Each missed call, a shard of shattered life In this electric dance, he's invisible tonight The workman's hands, now burn with a glow As he leaves the yard, the towers don't grow old The midnight flicker, forever in his mind The city's rhythm, where his story's left behind

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