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Mona Vs. the Argentine
In my mind, there's a street where the honeysuckle grows and the swollen sun filters through rows of oak trees.
On this street, Mona lives in a blue house- she smiles as I come up the sidewalk.
I look at her and I breathe through love's transparency.
In my mind, there's another voice that rises up against these pretty dreams, it duly screams: 'These are not my needs.' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
'I don't give a damn about Mona's street. I would rather join the Merchant Marines- half-crazed, on the deck of the Argentine.'
I'll set off in both extremes. Find the place that calms the ache: Mona, Marines or another escape. Returning yearning would be a mistake. If I don't return- for my sake, celebrate.
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