Cola
Fulton Park
It was the last word out of my mouth
Such a sick and dirty sound, dirty sound
I could trade it for an antic
Pray for rain and some dramatics
We were pulled over for imitating landscapes
Follow the wires above the car
They delineate the hour of the star
A howling sound I could not identify
Between minutes like a fly, like a fly
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