liquefied ivory trickles down the drain
picking out lavender to the sound of rain
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back alley blues from the white picket fence
trade your broken heart for dollars and sense
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the early morning glow is where uncertainties grow
as we dream our young dreams, static courses below
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a muted flash of LED lights and i
view them like a dot painting across the night sky
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please try not to crash your car
pull yourself out of the tar