PAINT! - Grape St.

We lived on Grape St.deep in Dondéstan. Strolling down Grape St. with a shaky hand. Waitin on Grape St. it's the latest fashion are you listening or just askin'? solace from the heat through a broken fence. No you can't blame me and the born romancers. I think of Grape St., maybe I'll write a letter. no need to talk about the weather.

Written by:
Pedrum Siadatian

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