This is the last time you’ll ever see her, you just don’t know it yet. Leaving her house, a kiss goodbye before making your way down the pavement, walking down the sidewalk, riddled with cracks and trash, the leftovers of people’s previous travels.
“All your kind, they’re coming clean
They shut their eyes, they miss their scenes
All your kind, they spool and lance
They crash their kiss, they harmonize
All your kind, they’re, all your kind, they're
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