A plane crashed,
Near your lake
Before the dawn,
It definitely will bake
But this thing,
I got figured it out
Love is nothing,
Just give n' take.
'Cause how you wish,
After your blinding lies
Could I come back,
To your eyes
To again be left alone,
And to weep
In your filthy,
Brownish pale skies
Now is your turn,
To feel the pain
Darling in this business,
No loss, no gain
And when the chemical clouds,
Will shower above your head
Do tell me,
Whether you enjoyed the acid rain.
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