PARIS, FRANCE

Why can I not see green in any new thing
The red of the leaves has made apart me
The gravel on streets and no more than them
The houses on my street tend to repeat and
Sidewalks delete so randomly
I think the simulations messed
Upon my hastily arrival towards your making I find it been intruded
Once a friend I thought of you but making that back wont do
I don't find pleasure in scorching hundreds
Weather I'd rather be in Paris France
What you make of me is not my worry and I don't dance
I never wanna see your face again
I never wanna see your face again



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Writer(s): Elijah Kidd, Jaxon Leyde
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