here he comes, the guy dresses in white
he walks inside and asks for the price
here he comes, ghost of the night
as she looks at him,she loses her sight
it's raining in the green garden
raindrops are falling through the roofcrack
yellow water rushes inside the kitchen
it is time to get all the stuff packed
too ashame to get out facing neighbours
too afraid to ask for help
this is our shit,nothing to do with others
all they really care about is themselves
tonight,i can hardly see stars
eventhough there is no roof above my head
the stars might be shining too far
or my senses are already dead.
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