what we hold on to

I set a fire in the garder, set a fire in the madhouse
burning in the hot summer sun/ do you remember
those madmen? Burning in the hot summer sun.
Grow up girl, so I grew up. And there was nothing
nothing nothing I didn't want. I couldn't live in a
house on a street in a town. If there were madman
I wanted to meet them. Go down, if there were
madmen I wanted to be them. Go down, oh I got a
thousand stories to tell, all from the wrong part
of town. If wishes were horses, the jockeys would
beat them, beat them til the blood runs down.

-if wishes were horses (?)

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