Today's lyric:
"Come clean, there's no sun yet
The only lights here are made
I can't speak, I can't hear, but I know I'm real
There's no warm here anyway.
The darkest light's before the dawn
You remember the sun, but it sank in the water that eats the light.
Wrapped in cold, late at night."
Moby: "If things were perfect"
From the album: "18"
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
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