A hand covered in paint
A hand covered in paint
We all remember being little kids
And going to the arcade
Every time we went we would try the claw machine
Putting in a quarter for the chance to get a small toy
I’m from a place of heritage
Nationalities blending in the air
I’m from a place of buildings
Reaching towards the sun
I’m from a place of rain
Where the sun is a legendary occurrence
I can not figure out how to delete
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