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Next time (Pimple) by Billy Fights
It's the fourth of July
Fireworks are going off
In the night sky
And you're lying here next to me
The fireflies have no clue
What's going on overhead
The sky burst
Blue, Green, Yellow, Red
A rivalry runs through this town tonight
Cutting across the alleys and back streets
A whisper spreading like wildfire; treason
The queen will hang tonight
Long live the king
Head hung low
celebration sings
The return of the king
Watched die, arisen again
This was his coffin
I watched them lower the casket
The head stone still reads two dates
Will they just add a third
Next time?
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