Hey Bacchus She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light are wet old red hook road A furry vino tinted slave Molten oil painted Brooklyn Brigde (Cobblestone grave) A lonely blue girl guards the river bed She shakes her brown torch at the tide On pier six we'd creep and count the cracks (Side by side, see, we're counting cracks) Your mom was out wearing herself inside I'll stop the train to say hello A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car (I said I know) -togetherburn- She said burn Together Burn We'll burn together Now don't believe she'll never leave again I can't forget the words she said back then She said burn We'll burn together.
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