Under the sheet
Lovers meet
Lost people
Swept from their feet
Blue twisted places
Unknown faces
Lost people
That the mind erases
Pretty little stars
Speeding cars
Lost people
Left with hurting scars
Shot seven times
Committing crimes
Lost people
For pennies and dimes
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Crime doesn't pay Well that's what they say But I see people rolling in money Even if it is phoney I guess it's the waiting to be caught Waiting for that lesson to be taught Out in stolen cars...
And the living Is easy, Fish are jumping, And we're all getting high. Your daddy's rich, And your mamma is good looking, So let's have a barbie tomorrow and make sure the chicken is cooked thoroughly.
There she was All alone with a mirror and a phone. Like a satellite looking for home.
Dear Prime Minister I've decided to write you a letter. Not in hope that things will eventually get better. But just to vent, about how you've taxed my breakfast and raised my rent.
I'm a pebble in the centre of the earth for all to see. I put on my mask before I wake and be the man that I'm supposed to be.
This ones for all. The twats and the pricks. The ones who drive drunken. The ones who kill kids. The ones who rip families. Apart with their cars. Pushing metal into metal.
Grey misty Sand to mud and yellow to green; Scents of dead leaves and lost grapes. Drying cannabis aromas surround the scenes Humans conscious habits erode sins of days past and unseen.
#colour Slowly advancing days sO Untimely fast pace, youR Now joining the race for A Second we embrace, borN Each to yearn, everythinG To learn dance with mE Tonight Until Dawn.....
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