Sideshow cars and plastic stars,
a turgid affair,
illuminates the dwindling scars,
they point and stare,
I've been longing for a son like you,
I've been searching for a way out too,
and somebody - somebody's looking for you.
If I find some way out,
Then I will stay,
With heart split two ways down,
Like tears down my face,
We'll find our way out,
Without a map just our hearts,
And when we get out,
We'll topple your house of cards.
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