altamere

Seeing pretty things
Laying on the ground
Walking up the street
With my head all filled with sound

And I see you for what you are
Little pest just shooting stars
Walk on altamere
Where things reappear

Walking down the street
Watching grown men fall
The way you looked
Made me feel so tall

While you're on the floor
seeing stars

And I know what you are
Little terror shot
Looking back at me
Eyes full of scars



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Writer(s): Babble Babble
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