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Walk over.
Look further.
You came to go on a ride
I’m patient.
Have mercy.
A praying fool, that’s a shame.
To keep on searching
only not to find her ever.
I told myself that morning
to stay together.
Fix her.
I’m better.
So come on
You’re better off.
The window’s
are fading
sol slow
you never know.
To cool down massive pleas
another soulful lover
the king of «mercy-street»
only to flee all over.
Come see her
on my call
her beautiful skin is so cold.
Walk over.
Look further.
You came to stay
and scream
for my soul,
and dream
for many,
and a cold
heart that needs no reason.
Reason, reason, reason.