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Lets have sum fun by turning on the red light,
Attention at arms united to fight,
Love is a game puzzled with pieces,
Impartial figure designed to reach you,
In the city that is surprised the country is lines,
The country I speak of that controls the spies,
Free I ask where blood doesn’t matter,
A choice of opinion shuttered by batter,
A city diverse as quiet as the bee,
Shocked by the country in its lines to sting,
Always busy collecting the brands,
Hundreds upon thousands of predictable fans,
This is your country atop the domes,
Troubled by waters that are not their own,
A deep sleep high in the clouds,
Pimped by the country of what they allow,
A new star that will attach to a moon,
Fake as it is but real to consume,
Look at the sky up there in the universe,
Whats country without befriending them first,
This identity U will have to understand,
Repercussions of the forgotten band,
U cant see them as they talk to me,
But it is the difference of city and country.
