Red Marlboro
Close, cloooooooooooose, Clo-closeeeeeee, closeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Who’s him, going down two blocks from where I live I feel like no more, no more locked up in my science, Tired of watching the sun go down on my mattress He’s hot as hell, magnificent as an black bird, I confess Tattooed by the hottest starved desert bathed in diamond stones and lush islands Smoking through the nose as a failed ca-career Time runs like sixties and billiard games
For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world
He was fresh and rough as art and death Returned to the life to flirt with someone Bad guy, monochromatic like a red Marlboro Silence intimidating, but I overcome, quick smoke Hands swinging like our body in blue water He likes to wear thick chains like sssna-sna-snakes Pray into the ashes, train your resistances Loose beast walking through nothingness The skies made a sound of 30 shots Beard cutted like grass, pupils change an aggressive powder, he bites and I like it
For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world
He came up to me in two shades of camouflage pants My eyes looking to your old uniform, Slow motion like vio-violent disease You said you came to solve matters Do not fall into temptations, repeated every day on my way The church bells are pulling me out What love means, I need you so bad oh babe Natural light to my lighter, better than firefighter These scars tells you where I came from, dear
His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true
Pure in composition, Absent on saturdays, Revelead in proposition Your car drived on the 66 road Dealing with gangsters at the roadside sun yellow hair, high like the mountains, It’s just a sting, it will not hurt, but always hurts dreamin’ in high resolution on the missed scenes small town, winds back to the west, avant hold my destiny with dozen white horses, oh babe
When he presses the gun, I get third degree burns, Oh my God, it tastes like the end of the world Exposed on summer, years in jail is all that I know He walks slowly around what he believes Talented like music and compensation I still don’t know your name, Who’s him, sensational like steel dripping in my mouth You scratched my back since I’ve seen you on the first time, I serve my sentence, you stretch my veins oh baby
His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world
His shadow covers the rest of the world For some reason, I keep saying, it’s true His shadow covers the rest of the world
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