Livin on love, luck, and lollipops Sleeping seems so empty My cardboard life so full Happiness in thirty minutes or less or its free My ungrateful moon hides its radiant light Leaving me here the plastic flames of passion To light my heart My condition: present. My heart of felt hanging on the wall Seen by everyone Sitting in my checkerboard life Livin on love, luck and lollipops.
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