The summer heat brings back
all kinds of memories. The cruel light finds a way to the darkest depths where
our mind has repressed them. This is a memory:
Addiction
He said to me
You're addictive
Lonely lady
I said to him
I know, I see
The poor junkies
Piled on my feet
He said to me
Do something
I said I can't
Not a gram of soul
Left in me
Doomed to fade
We all are...
You're addictive
Lonely lady
I said to him
I know, I see
The poor junkies
Piled on my feet
He said to me
Do something
I said I can't
Not a gram of soul
Left in me
Doomed to fade
We all are...
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