When autumn leaves start to fall

What gets paid for behind hotel doors

With a chance of rain

Bellies full of hollow

You're so cute when you're slurring your speech

Such great heights

You say this city has a beating heart

A series of blurs, like we never occured

-God

Dreaming of this promise land

Lights & music

Oh, the places you'll go!

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I'll follow the sun