Cigar Smoked Streets
Cigar Smoked Streets
Prove a worthy opponent
The bustles of a busy pavement
Soaked in the shades of a time gone by
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Curiosity aching at the soles of our shoes We walked with manner into Pink peculiarity Forcing wider a hole in the fence of trustworthy regimes |
And so it is
To the victor go the spoils
To the victor go the spoils
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Bloodied by familiar smiles much greener Than the safe side of the wall We breathed in deeply; defeated by Cigar Smoked Streets |
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