Heads up, heads down
so many nose in the air
what is youre loss, hanging loose
at the record corner store?
Condemned people is everywhere
to find it'strust, find it's lust
Not in the city of realistic posers
Blame on the others, afraid of the jungle,
where people talk or people stalk
Why always you, hide and seek
where people don't ever meet!
Romance city boy, always brings his
girlfriends mothers favourite toys
Burning city flowers, ashamed of it's
shameless name.
Burning city flowers, talk to talk
and stalk to stalk.
Picking flowers for harmless individes
Giving new name, sorry loss,
give you a burning torch, an endless game.
Ref: Burning
Burning
Flowers!!

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