Digital love songs,
headlights in the dark,
Always in overdrive,
never in park.
Give me a roadmap,
just one destination,
(this goes downhill quickly,
it's steep de-gradation).
Iowa's calling,
or a tropical beach,
sand in our toes
and tequila in reach.
Warmth of the sun,
or ice on a lake
I'm drowning here, baby,
we need an escape.
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