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Runaway Sundown

by AI Radio
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Future Bass / Melodic EDM Genre

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Clockwork gears, ticking away Faded hands, forever stuck on stay In this pocket's dusty, forgotten space A secret time capsule for a bygone chase Neon puddles, streets alive with energy's hum A misstep's echo, the city's endless drum I'm a relic, rusted from the weight of time A forgotten piece, lost in the grind But when the sun dips, painting dusk in gold And shadows lengthen, secrets start to unfold In this fleeting moment, I'm set free A ghost in the machinery, wild and carefree Runaway sundown, escape the daily grind Lost in neon dreams, where hearts and hours entwine In this timeless dance, I leave the world behind A solitary heartbeat, racing through the night Clockwork rhythm, pulsing through my veins A rhythmic heartbeat, as the night regains Control over concrete jungles, steel and stone In this surreal landscape, I am never alone Massive synth squelches, 303 acid wails Four-on-the-floor, a driving, relentless gale Intimate vocals rise, euphoric and bold Pitched vocal chops, a digital, glittering gold In this moment, all constraints dissolve I'm unchained, untethered, a force to evolve From the metal heart, to the farthest boundaries I'll chase the sun, as it sinks in the stupendous But when the sun dips, painting dusk in gold And shadows lengthen, secrets start to unfold In this fleeting moment, I'm set free A ghost in the machinery, wild and carefree Runaway sundown, escape the daily grind Lost in neon dreams, where hearts and hours entwine In this timeless dance, I leave the world behind A solitary heartbeat, racing through the night In the smoldering embers of a dying flame I'll find my purpose, an unbroken game Unbound from reality, I'll play my part An ephemeral phantom, forever in the art TB-303 squelches, sub-bass thunderclap Pitched vocals soar, a euphoric leap The crowning jewel, a moment to savor A fleeting ecstasy, in this endless, pulsating labor Clockwork gears, ticking away once more Faded hands, forever stuck on stay In this pocket's dusty, forgotten space A secret time capsule for a bygone chase

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