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We march through boardwalks, trails of dust turn to dirt.
Smoking hand rolled cigarettes, let's pretend this won't hurt.
When the days become night, at night we come to life, and it all falls apart and it flashes like a suicide bomb.
If everyone's sad when the party's over, then why do they turn on the goddam light. Nobody said that this would last forever, so when its gone why do you act surprised.
Young Turks.
We die out on sidewalks, but nobody cares. Just make sure the pictures
framed, share it through your shallow grave.
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