Incubus
Where did I park my car?
If I found it I would drive so far...
From here
The city streets are dim
In my hands, im tempted once again
To give in
I'm having trouble seeing
I'm punch-drunk, and I need to find a way back home
It'd be a miracle, if you'd oblige
I will survive
On this island, I am stuck
Could you correct
My crooked luck tonight?
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