Down the stairs,

slow motion and forget the fears.

Whisky, money and cigar 

"Let's change this boring bar"

They will never understand 

so better to pretend.

You left me here in the
middle of the street,
still raining on my tired feet.
The world is cruel baby,
but I'm full with fuel maybe.
And if you light my fire
you will burn from my desire.

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