Winter streetcars
Streetcars creeping in the underground city
Lemon lights in my eyes when I catch sight of you
On the other platform
O trumpets of dust, children of non-violence
Music
I did love you way back then,
When you were new to the world
Now your singing is just foolish
And your glittery clothes are hurting
My Christmas intentions
Your practical screwing is unavailing
In the underground city
Each is devoted to this three-chords song
On red streetcars
Lemon lights in my eyes when I catch sight of you
On the other platform
O trumpets of dust, children of non-violence
Music
I did love you way back then,
When you were new to the world
Now your singing is just foolish
And your glittery clothes are hurting
My Christmas intentions
Your practical screwing is unavailing
In the underground city
Each is devoted to this three-chords song
On red streetcars
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