Everyone's got a Fairview street
in their past,
in their future,
somewhere
You know how life can finally be
full and sweet and right
you've spent years peeling that orange
and now you're biting in,
delight, juice, fulfillment
and a step forward,
a step back
a concrete curb
and Fairview Street
screams and blood and tears
and Fairview Street
It might be dressed
in white walls and
green scrubs
and lights too bright
its still Fairview Street
Then you're just sitting
listening to Pops growling
Old Rocking Chair
and thinking of flies buzzing
and wondering why
Fairview Street
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