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HANG AROUND

You leave me on the way. And fading like a star.
I hate you when you play. Run over by a car.
Hang around. And boiling here, I feel you like a virgin.
All accounts. You are the bitch. Whore, what a disappointment.

I let you fall alone in the danger.
I know now that your brain is in disorder.
The past is too long.

You're hanging from a tree. And turning like a poison.
Your electric city has burning without reason.
Hang around. And boiling here, I feel you like a virgin.
All accounts. You are the bitch. Whore what disappointment.

I let you fall alone in the danger.
I know now that your brain is in disorder. The past is too long.

And you turn and you burn. And you disappear !
You are my ghost, my sulphur and my only fear.
Like a child, as frosted, in loneliness, I am away, I am OK.
I am the weariness.

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