This place is hungry
Too hungry for me
Biting at our faces
Biting
In the darkest street
Far away from here
I can feel your
There’s a drama in the street
That you’re dragged into
Bad
In the river
My pulse is hard to find
And all I
City life can be comfortable
If you own yourself and your
Cheap thrills
And hot lies
They keep me up at night
And sharp
And I feel like a lover
stuck in a pea
who wishes
So why does it always feel like I'm the only
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