Get back to racing hearts,
like beating drums.
Let electricity hum
in this never ending game,
working hard, finding fame-
trading time and breaking down.
We should leave this town
in broken pieces
as long as it releases
us from it's iron hold.
We're lost, we've been resold
to the ones who love us most,
be cordial, be a host.
Let's find love, and love renew.
We'll beat the darkness, me and you.
Love,
Lizz
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