I hung my picture in the afternoon.
Which is in the corner with the homemade brooms.
The sun bleed light and it spells our doom.
You know the wicked one is gonna be here soon.
i don't worship the morning star.
Where dreams pay minds,
recognize your scars.
Appreciate dreams which seem mine and yours.
There's always gonna be another nicer car.
She sat on an island, watched him fade to black.
I sent a message in a bottle, had him running back.
©cheetah
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