On a morning from a Paul Blart movie
In a country that’s going back in time.
You went rolling through that crowd like a, Proud Boy mewling,
Commiting a crime.
She drives out of the sun in a silver dressing,
Rusting through from the touch of rain.
Don’t bother asking for explanations,
she’ll refuse refunds all the same








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Oh wow, very Crimson song indeed – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvEeOZHNHZE