.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 morn.
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