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<lora:James R. Eads Style:1>James R. Eads Style - Outside it's nighttime and you're mine again Red lights and thick frost are clothing all the land Your breath draws a cloud on the window of our car Our eyes exhausted, still begging for more Engraved in wildness, have we gone too far? Somewhere four wheels unwind the roar of their power This road is a snake skin, glittering and gold Like a reptile, that gash the frozen soil The world's not ours But faster than the rain We cut the night We're random bullets, love Shot by some drunken God Guilty only, of growing old Hours like fires, burning our beliefs Soon the sun will rise up and sew us in its dreams Forgetting that we're sailors, without wind in our sails Twins by the heartbeat until the morning brakes Dismissed in dizziness, and begging for more Have we ever noticed that nothing last forever? Faces toward the sky, 'cause the unknown is sublime Printing every hour in Polaroids of mine The world's not ours But faster than the rain We cut the night We're random bullets, love Shot by some drunken God Oh guilty only, oh guilty only Of growing old, of growing old Of growing old, of growing old Growing old Hours of fires, burning our beliefs Truth is right there baby, even if we cut Night roads are coal coats, muscles of the world, Leading us to nowhere 'cause nowhere is our home Nowhere is our home Guilty only, of growing old We're random bullets, love The world's not ours But faster than the rain We're random bullets, love