Plastique

Plastique

Walking on gas, I'm just kissing your ass.
Some are more equal than others.
Taking my key, looking right through me.
Some are more sequel than lovers.

Peering through glass, just mirrors the past.
Some can't hear clearly the rhyming.
A nip and a tuck, just passing the buck.
Lost money, lost dreams, and lost timing.

Thinking it's real, not let's make a deal.
You're just foolish somewhere in your youth.
Keep thinking of glory and telling the story.
Why worry, it can't be the truth.

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