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she never stood alone on the street corner

Hangin out with the boys



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                                                     ( it's that time , again )

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Everybody got a gun

••                                                                    

she tells  me she loves me

but she never brings no ammunition

                                                        ••

the beach is wide

The oceans spits forth it's dead

//

We write our poems on the wind

And walk away

••                                        

Some say they hear lovers moaning

I don't know

Sounds like children cryin to me

••

We have such pain in our eyes

//                     //

amid the dying

Amid the claims of lovers that they love

But nobody feels a thing

••
••

somewhere

Someone got it right

where he is now

Who knows ?

••

The world is broken

We can fix it

Ain't no such thing as

TOO LATE

//

simple lovers gather

ALL the girls with ALL the boys