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The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure The flickering needle of time overloading The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night The nebula city's like a video coin-game On the curved screen of real-time the lights blink like radar The radio static, white noise fluctuations The changes of accent as you glide through the stations The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night I feel like a pilot in my bu*ton-down co*kpit Flying nuclear missions, fly over the tarmac The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night Spot-lit intersection indicate overtaking Turn down the dip-switch, the world's just a blurred frame Peripheral detuned forever perspective Morse code off the white line, the motorway flare path The service is neon, a jukebox of concrete The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night