Another street lamp dies
On a road that used to lead somewhere
Ten tokens for a soothing lie
And over there, one for ten minutes with a girl

Suppose it's human what they did
How should I know, never even seen
This street from the second floor
But I'm pretty sure, ain't gold what gleams in her eye

How poetic word and action mesh
To have you fly with the black wildfowl
Nothing like a little bit of death
To clean up in a death infested hole

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