No place like home
Sunlight varnishes magnolia branches crimson
People existing in the streets day by day
Lives, homes, and family leave their side
Unwilling to face her kisses -- or unable.
Riots break out
Lives begin to crumble
One last goodbye
Ripen to a helpless smile, tomato-red.
Marching on the cruel rough ground
The sent of smoke hit me like a brick
I see my life flash before my eyes
Her juicy lips one last kiss
I want to return to my home
One autumn morn he felt his sour face
ruthless and restless his body aches
A warm welcom, theres no place like home
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