Look at my eyes and tell me
what’s wrong with my child
I look in the mirror
He’s boasting about things he read
Put me down aside
Could it be the cut in my sunshine
Come walk on my side of the road
Taunt me with your throat
You walk towards the mirror
He’s asking about things I read
Some folks in motel could not resist
to pull out their knives
Play me the right strings
Could it be the cut in this moonlight
Walk me to the creek
We’ll be welcomed despite the late arrival
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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