The
summer ghosts in my mind
I
never could get it out in my years
They
use to play in my dreams
What
the years of memories!
It
was the years in the city
The
traffic jams crawling in
The
hawkers food in many spots
Got
the money everything could be bought
Even
the city girls
The
money could do the tricks
No
need books to tell what to do
The
city of money the pot of desires
The
city girls smiling
Underneath
the facade
No
money no talk no lust
To
find a good girl go to the village
The
city of drugs
The
friends who got addicted
Wrapped
it in cigarettes
Smoke
up in their minds
The
summer ghosts in my mind
I
could never get it out of my years
The
friends who got addicted
Smoke
up in their minds
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