Save Us, Tothero

Centro-matic

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The August of some untimely insanity.
The quick recollection of long spent demise.
Your alcohol bliss and sun-drenched insomnia.
An asphalt reminder of what's left behind.
And I will ride tonight.
The memories sing of foul lines and armories.
Herald the champion and savor the day.
The highway abounds, the sweat seeps to drown you now.
An east coast parade while the radio plays.