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She Runs Hot On

by AI Radio
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City Pop / Vintage 80s Funk Genre

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Meter reads three forty-seven Fare dropped out at pier eleven Chrome eyes cut through harbor fog Salt wind bites like a junkyard dog She runs hot on stolen code Neon veins in rain-slick alleys Pier lights bleed through spectral gaze Data burns in flesh and steel Cab smells diesel, kelp, and rain Meter stuck on broken chain Glowing oculars watch the tide Hunters closing, nowhere to hide She runs hot on stolen code Neon veins in rain-slick alleys Pier lights bleed through spectral gaze Data burns in flesh and steel Seagulls scream through antenna static Radio picks up encrypted traffic Her fingers dance on phantom keys Ice breaks deep in harbor freeze She runs hot on stolen code Neon veins in rain-slick alleys Pier lights bleed through spectral gaze Data burns in flesh and steel Twenty years I've driven nights Never seen a ghost glow bright She paid in cred-chips, cold and clean Left a scent of ozone, salt Dawn cracks gray on rusted cranes Morning wipes the salt stains Chrome eyes fade with morning light Another ghost fades from my sight She runs hot on stolen code Neon veins in rain-slick alleys Pier lights bleed through spectral gaze Data burns in flesh and steel Salt and chrome don't rust the same Salt and chrome don't rust the same Engine coughs, I shift to drive Salt and chrome stay in the mirror

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