Picking some daisiesWeaving a crownOnly
Picking some daisies
Weaving a crown
Only to rule
Over nobody
Squatting in alleys
A car drives by
I couldn’t hear
What did they say to me
I need to escape
From my ghost town I call a
Kingdom they wont let me leave
The tumbleweeds are chaining me down
Up to my ankles
I wade through the water
I don’t have
Anywhere else to be
The eerie call
of the ice cream truck
I can’t think it’s
Trying to brainwash me
I need to escape
From my ghost town I call a
Kingdom they wont let me leave
The tumbleweeds are chaining me down
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