Bombed

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Love there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high...you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday,
torn from it's hook,
a broken valentine

I see the smoke from a revolver,
will I get hit,
I hardly care

When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love there are flowers along the avenue,
all things perfectly in place

I build a shrine
I settle a monument
Because you're fire,
Because you're a fire escape..

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