The baby can

Talk to me

In his hand

He holds the future

A broken key

That fits tomorrow

All welomce to new world city



Just a friend

A rotten kid



Now a man

H lives in venus

Not the palce

You remember

The milky war

Killed the race

That won the price

All of space



Just a friend

A rotten kid



He's trying

To get me

In trouble

For lying

I think he's

Plotting and planting

Flowers in my

Head

In my head



Just a friend

A rotten kid


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