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Empty homes lined up like clones On the main road of a Levittown. Copy-pasted lives and identical drives Like one town-wide pass me down. The sun is blazing, children playing; There's no heat on the asphalt. The clouds don't move though the people do But it still seems like time stopped. The world forgot the town, the city's down Some two hundred miles to the northeast. There are no schools, no jobs or rules; Torn straight from a storybook sheet. Love and hate together cooperate Or better yet don't even exist here. There are no guns, no wealth or slums And they've never known the concept of fear. This town is a utopia, a could have, a would of This town is a maybe, if we'd only tried. It's pseudo-reality, optimistic ideality All woven together and kept fresh with lies.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Cold Roads
Empty homes lined up like clones On the main road of a Levittown. Copy-pasted lives and identical drives Like one town-wide pass me down. The sun is blazing, children playing; There's no heat on the asphalt. The clouds don't move though the people do But it still seems like time stopped. The world forgot the town, the city's down Some two hundred miles to the northeast. There are no schools, no jobs or rules; Torn straight from a storybook sheet. Love and hate together cooperate Or better yet don't even exist here. There are no guns, no wealth or slums And they've never known the concept of fear. This town is a utopia, a could have, a would of This town is a maybe, if we'd only tried. It's pseudo-reality, optimistic ideality All woven together and kept fresh with lies.
the third of a five set for the new years the next two will be uploaded tomorrow
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
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