
"(...) Lights is blinding/girls need blinders/so they can step out of bounds quick,
the side lines is blind with casualties,/who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse,
don’t bite the apple Eve,/caught up in the in crowd,/now you're in-style,/and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,/the city of sin is a pity on a whim..."
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