North Jersey Song
the planes align
like stars
over Newark
not sure if they're
pointing me ahead
or away
the skies stink
of the afterburn
and we're all just
waiting for the flames
to wash us away
and carry us home
beautiful/dangerous
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the planes align
like stars
over Newark
not sure if they're
pointing me ahead
or away
the skies stink
of the afterburn
and we're all just
waiting for the flames
to wash us away
and carry us home
Fabricated by joe at 5:16:00 PM
...and then there was joe
1 comment:
Now that's a song that can get stuck in yr head.
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