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He steps onto the street, skinny, tattoed, sunglasses he's wearing
Quickly pulls out some smokes but trying to look as if he's not caring
Lights one up of course, while checking quickly around
That no-one can see the desperation in which he is drowned
You're kidding mate, you don't seriously think you look tough
When actually you're on the verge of a panic attack, yes I've called your bluff
You're an addict, a slave, for years you've been hooked
Stop pretending, stop fooling, because you're just plain spooked
(Sydney, Australia - 2006)
Alessandra Liverani
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