.I wear your scars on my knuckles, baby,
To keep you soft.
Itâs not like us to be given things.
We ainât got much.
This city sleeps in a pattern of broken junk,
But nights like this, it donât matter.
All this dirty fun.
Weâll grow high not up.
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