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Street Lights


At the green house they're fighting,

I twist but still feel it,

Plus, the sheets keep on sliding,

And sleep I am nearing,

At least if the street lights decide to turn off.

 

Fuzzy dot surrounded by black,

Stupid window's still cracked,

Family stays lurking,

Don't forget about working,

I know the streetlights will never turn off.

 

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