When you go you go alone and when you stand you’re on your own…
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home…
We’re nothing like friends you had no time to land…
And if I’m hurt than you’re the blind…
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again…
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave me again…
Never make plans live only days of one-night stand…
You work the cross you made your own…
The streets from my skin….
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