.Ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves
Somebody been selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees again
The beast buried under the streets is âbout to
Leave the den of thieves and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook lookin.
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