watches the sun rise
from a Mexican blanket
up on top of the hill
overlooking the construction site
She cries
"What's left here for me
but puppet strings and blasphemy?
I'm so sick of masquerades
and sitting alone while the whole world fades"
The boy with moonlight in his smile
drives straight into the horizon
just trying to get away
but love seems more impossible
with every exit he takes
He sings
"What things lay ahead of me
but a broken heart and monotony?
I'm so sick of being alone
and I'm never going home"
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