Starry Nights, City Lights

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What’s the point, anyways?
We sit here faking it
Waiting to make it
But deep inside we’re so far away
Infatuated with this suburban paradise
Such a dirty place
Clean on the surface
But an interior so blemished the blood runs cold
False solutions for problems brewed
In the hearts of the antagonists
Plastic subordinate faces
Picture perfect personalities
What happened to the starry nights?
Where are my city lights?
How did the vigilant
Get so torn apart?
So dark
Halfway between salvation
And the middle of nowhere
Call it a paradise,
I say
Suburbia is purgatory.

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