Lone Star

You come alive in black & white, 
you never let the world go by, 
you were always such a lone star, 
are you still high?

Growing old in sepia and gold, 
shooting guns getting warped by the rain, 
you were a time-bomb always ticking 
and you killed your time.

Uncoalesce with hollow success, 
you changed the world then the world changed you, 
I can almost see you waving, 
the future’s mine.

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