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We crawl towards a warmthless light Towards a wild and endless night My pop (My pop) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) Made by your mom and me Times Square once was dark and wild And frightening to a guileless child My pop (My pop) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) Made by your mom and me And shorelines all were sparse and cold Just sunrise, sharks and wind and poems Oh, my pop (My pop) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) My popsicle (My popsicle) Made by your mom and me From Letras Mania