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Oh, these happy lights These crappy lights An amber, red, and tangerine Across the dash tonight Yeah, I came so far I kept a sickening speed I burned all my friends And all my gasoline These happy lights Well, my simpleness is killing me Tonight, it's really dragged me out With the patience of a lunatic The vision of an owl This night has lit up like a slot machine Like a Christmas tree I burned, I burned all my friends And I burned all my weed Just stuck in this summer night Just burning my blue flame bright And you know I'm doing just fine But tell Mama I might not make it home tonight Stuck in this summer night Stuck with these happy lights But I might keep bawling till I'm dry And I might not make it home tonight Yeah, I might not make it From Letras Mania