A last cigarette in the blazing heat
The perfume of trash drifts down the lower east
And around this time, it first crossed my mind...perhaps
Things could be better
Than we could imagine
A cut without blood, left me free
Like yesterday’s stales, fresh from the bakery
And all of the time, it was on my mind...perhaps
Things could be better
Than we could imagine
To end up loved or lost it’s all the same to me...
The only place left that will let us in
For a few hours sleep as the laundry spins
And all of this time my mind was on fire...thinking perhaps
Things could be better
Than we could imagine
Trying to survive, ‘til the music plays...
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