Castaway on this town of sunshine
Devoid of spirit, lacking of song
A postcard on the outside
Just a card on the inside
Like a white-gowned scolded bride.
Shades of orange and dim blue
Frisky nights of lovers lost
Innocence gone towards the horizon
Nothing to expect, nothing to lose
Just the part of a fairy left to abuse.
This town is my paradise hole
Everyone else is on the ground
Two feet below is where I stay
Detached from the sparkle and heat
Deriding their happiness to an industrial beat.
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