We paved the path to Paraíso,
with everyday extravagance,
you can’t find in a store.
One night with you,
and the lights our taxes pay for,
and the way I feel,
is scribbled on a tram shelter,
where we hide from the winds,
of a world that can’t stand us.
We work all week,
for Netflix, and negotiation,
of how much of the covers,
you can spare,
and how much of me,
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