This place is rarely sun soaked
Even when it is its bitter, jaded.
Bright out of some sad routine.
I'm used to it
Its almost grown on me
That's not a good thing.
Even when it is its bitter, jaded Just like me.
I have a heart of gold, that's why I move so slow.
Much to my dismay
I'm never sun soaked.
If I was, its faked.
I've got a glimpse though, I've had a taste.
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