Sitting on a bench in a park,
on a Saturday
On the drive home certain questions reappear
Shallow curtain helps his
Purpose to change ones self
Appearance is everything to you, my
Put yourself on the line
Stay calm keep your case
Never set
Your eyes, they talk to mine
Our cries, they scream so
i wrote this song about you
she left you stranded and
The fires out no hands will burn.
The city's ablaze tonight.
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