green in terms of love
envy for my stalin
blue dear romeo
longing
you could have it all
but i can't have it too
now
well i've been searching
like a virgin
uninspired
by your smoke and lights
and
stick to the good drinks
martinis do bad things
i know you
and the grown men who play like children
and they know
miracles masked to mend
the literal for illiterates
in shady towns
people forget
well i won't talk you out of it
i'll just ask
and
sometimes i cry murder
at the top of my lungs
often when
some call it magic
some call it a curse
but i won't
emperor
you fill her thoughts with gold
when have-nots kill their foes
this
Make your moneyDon’t stop workingYou have your futureFinancial planningWithout
Where have my countrymen goneAll of your patriots are just
In my mouth there is a hurricaneJust let it outOn
This new invasionIn conversationIt leaves me waitingSpoken like a ratThat`s
Sideways in all directionsI can see it in my own
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