Most night stars knows my secrets
The soft breeze saw me cried
It knows too much, this city
Can't tell me that I haven't tried
I love the blackout, no electricity
I can race with my shadows
Lord knows I can not deal with this heat
Not till the coming morrow
I hear the birds with their mocking
A rock stone upset my footing
My cursed past gaining leaping
Paces so close I wouldn't make it
The bright light and tyre screeching
Flashes of unforgivable minutes of carnal sin
And severed bond for a living a dual life
Afterlife
I played it all wrong
Not faded, oh God, I played it all wrong.
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