It's like you speak an old language I don't understand,
Like new footprints I never saw in the sand,
I want to say cheers to the punk who stole my heart,
Green poison seems to be your work of art
Like new footprints I never saw in the sand,
I want to say cheers to the punk who stole my heart,
Green poison seems to be your work of art
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