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Sep 2016
Dark nights trade lights between stars and skyscrapers
Bar liquors and odd favors, lingering thoughts to dry papers
In a laundromat where fiends stay at 'til they find their change
And exchange life stories of wars that are strange
To some, deranged folks pile up quarters for a dime
Peace, reminisce on simpler times before they hooked on crime
I, wonder when it was that their dreams started fadin'
Up late in corners are the insomniacs tradin'
Chemical mixtures in the same churches they prayed in
Now they seek aid in gateway drugs to unveil
The gates to Heaven after they've done jail
Sentences diminishin' what's left of their presence
In a sense, innocence leaves no room for vengeance
Against the cash that rules, souls, gold chains and jewels
Late nights in swimmin' pools of miseries and dues
Drawn in my notebooks on a midnight cruise
Written by
Hova  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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