The Most Serene Republic. Anhoi Polloi. Zeneszám

I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon
Before this head becomes nobody much later

I see real as an aging face with lines of time put right in place

We fuck like tides
While Father City smokes up Mother Countryside's
Leaves her giggling leaves

I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place
I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place

The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out
The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out
The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out
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