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Eighteen hours, Moscow to the Crimean coast
Yalta lights – I’ve seen ’em, but I don’t boast
Four hours sleep, then back on the beast
Twenty more, with an hour and a half, at least
My right eye twitching, left hand numb
The white lines playing a dangerous drum
I blink and I see a second road appear
The rumble strip says «stay right here»
Autopilot, keep me alive
When my own two eyelids start to dive
Take the wheel, scan the lines
I’ll close my eyes for a couple of signs
Autopilot, don’t let me crash
Just turn this highway into ash
‘Cause I’m running on fumes, but I’ve got you inside
Autopilot, keep me alive
Steering wheel feels like a heavy stone
Every bone is a broken phone
The GPS says «one more mile»
But I’ve been inside this same lane for a while
My thoughts are a loop, a broken CD
«Yalta, Moscow, Yalta, me, me, me»
Then your voice cuts through the dashboard glow
«Lane detected. Hands free. Proceed slow.»
Autopilot, keep me alive
When my own two eyelids start to dive
Take the wheel, scan the lines
I’ll close my eyes for a couple of signs
Autopilot, don’t let me crash
Just turn this highway into ash
‘Cause I’m running on fumes, but I’ve got you inside
Autopilot, keep me alive
I can’t…
Vital signs stable. I’ll take it from here. Rest.
Autopilot…
