Two hours of non stop fucked up shit and with
Fake a long hard laugh
and see if it moves me
you
Ones not enough opinions to call my bluff
I've known people
Did it ever cross your mind to stop and think
Something you can't have, out of my control. Practice politeness.
I
Hiding force and down in trance
With you theres no chance
I prepare two hands to quickly grab it
I feel like
Same town, everythings the same.
Every weekend we meet at a
The busker haunts me with the eyes of evil
He plays
Since every day I've lived
I've found a way to die
Memories
He looks down with a smitten frown
Has a secret with
I don't even have the time to tell myself before
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