i'm going out, i don't know why, there's no need at alla kind of turbulence outside and i can't resist the calli hear a siren, i might be late, fire flickers on a barricadea piece of smack melts in my brain as i watch the police deployand i wonder
did not expect to meet you here in the middle of the fightsi should have known, you got it all, you wanna burn tonightout in the riots you looked somehow devineyou gotta kill a cop sometimea random motion that's what you are, these days are so bizarre
and i wonder to see your face in a place like thisreflecting the flames
you see the market there across the squareit's closing time but all the doors are brokenwhy don't we step inside, it's free for everyone, you seeit's paradise, well alright
and i wonder to see your face in a place like thisreflecting the flames
gold/1987
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