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My back -pack was faded black but now it’s all blue

It looks wack, but it’s compact and works like brand new

I had found an old Greyhound but it wasn’t my scene

I’m un –der -ground at the turnaround; this one is pristine

Warehouses above, all I’m thinking of

You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see

Our graffiti love – spray-paint on my glove

They’ll wonder who you are on every subway car

On my own I’m Sly Stallone - I did it for you

ve out -grown my wings and flown into something brand new

I show re -straint, I’m the patron saint of urban gardens in bloom

If I don’t faint, in-gesting paint, breathing all of these fumes

Warehouses above, all I’m thinking of

You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see

Our graffiti love – spray-paint on my glove

They’ll wonder who you are on every subway car

On every subway car you look amazing

While streaming out of bars, their glasses raising

Systemically refused and chemically removed

Solo

Warehouses above, all I’m thinking of

You gave your heart to me and soon the world will see

Our graffiti love – melting on my glove

They’ll wonder who you are on every subway car

Our graffiti love – on every subway car

Our graffiti, love – on every subway car