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Bronze Poet

The Clash

The Clash
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This girl’s a perfect scheme
We’re just like red and green
She tells me when I’m wrong
I’m slow to move along

She shows the world her stars
A lit river of cars
A passive heartbeat with
A missing half of it

She always has her way
Always knows what to say
And how to make me weep
I’m like a dream to reap

She harvests my desires
Covers them in barbed-wire
This girl’s a perfect scheme
We’re just like red and green

Clash





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