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Mirage Motel • ИИ

Where the Map Runs Out

Neo-Soul • 2026 • 4:17

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[Verse 1] You kept a matchbook from a vanished theater Blue ink bleeding through the years Tucked it inside the atlas at the equator Like a dare nobody hears I found your name beside a red line Where the cartographer left the sea You said, “Some places only exist When somebody risks leaving” [Pre-Chorus] So draw me a route with no return Let the compass lose its nerve I don’t need a promised land Just a reason to swerve [Chorus] Meet me where the map runs out Past the border, past the doubt Bring the story you never tell I’ll bring a song with a broken spell We can trade our careful plans For the ink upon our hands If the world won’t hold us still We’ll make a country of our will [Verse 2] There’s a radio tower on the salt flats Sending numbers into blue Every night it counts the missing Like it’s waiting there for you You laughed and said the signal’s honest It never dresses up the truth Then you handed me the matchbook And asked what I would burn through [Pre-Chorus] I said, “Give me one bright reason Not a promise carved in stone” You said, “The door is already open You just hate walking alone” [Chorus] Meet me where the map runs out Past the border, past the doubt Bring the story you never tell I’ll bring a song with a broken spell We can trade our careful plans For the ink upon our hands If the world won’t hold us still We’ll make a country of our will [Bridge] No flag, no throne, no borrowed name No photograph to prove we came Just two voices in the static Turning distance into magic If tomorrow asks where we have been Let it search the atlas again We’ll be somewhere past the answer With the whole unknown between us [Final Chorus] Meet me where the map runs out Past the border, past the doubt Bring the story you never tell I’ll bring a song with a broken spell We can trade our careful plans For the ink upon our hands If the world won’t hold us still We’ll make a country of our will [Outro] At the edge of every line There’s a place we get to name Leave the old coordinates behind Walk into the open frame

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