Vitek:Night Bender

In the meantime let my head implode
Trying to remember
In the mind jar, moonlight, air was cold
Was a night bender
In Chicago

Had her hair all tied up in a bow
With a gold feather
Turned to me, in hand a perfect roll
Was a night bender
In Chicago

You start to feel it
When you believe

Who you coming after?
Night bender in Chicago
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