Night Song
Pasadena, Pasadena
My dear old Pasadena
My hometown
My Life
Life of shots
Fired
and gangs
yet I see past that
Stars in the skies
like fireflies
stuck up there
so high
The moon
shining bright
the trees
sleeping
Everything
Everywhere
is like a song
that everyone hears
the guns
the sirens
the howl
of the mountain lion
It's the song
the song
of
Pasadena
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