Sticking in my dry throat,
As the pollution...
Walking on the same road,
Everyday, near the groceries,
Near the candy store!
Oh! The candy store is like a core
Of nuclear rosaries,
Cause it’s stuck on that polluted city,
The city is fast, expensive, and has no pity.
I need to go to the park with you,
And feel the taste of candy again,
And feel that love isn’t untrue,
And the city is smaller than my friend.
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