Wrong Sort of Lightbulb

The moon looks so fake
From the window of the car
The sparkling streetlights
Are blinding me

The radio�s on
But the rain still rains
Upon the city night
I�m drowning in red paint

The sun is somewhere
On the other side of the world
Taking its time
I think it forgot about me

I need some light
Some real light
Waiting for daybreak
I�m in an empty lot
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