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点击复制Streetlight's glow on the corner bend,
A lonely song from a six-string friend,
He plays for coins and stories untold,
Warm strings in a night so cold.
Leather shoes tapping soft in time,
Old love letters lost in rhyme,
Every note's a little prayer,
Filling up the empty air.
There's a girl with a glass of red,
Listening close to the words unsaid,
Her eyes reflect the neon haze,
Chasing ghosts from younger days.
The city moves, but here we stay,
In this moment, notes will play,
Strings confess what words can't find,
A melody for hearts left behind.
Play it slow, play it right,
Let your fingers steal the night,
Silver notes, golden glow,
Songs of places we used to know.
Strings of the night, never lie,
Telling tales as time goes by,
Sing with the wood, bleed through the wire,
Chasing dreams we still admire.
When the dawn comes creeping near,
We'll still hear that music clear,
Not on records, not on stage,
But in hearts — where it'll stay engraved.
Play it slow, play it right,
Let your fingers steal the night,
Silver notes, golden glow,
Songs of places we used to know.