I wished you were dead that night
Where a rotten rat corpse caught my sight
Cats would fought on things you laugh about
So I stepped off the curbs that were dirtier than I thought
Clouds were bold and gray
So I stopped by a mosque and prayed
But sky were cold and gray
So I stopped by a mosque and prayed
I could feel the street
I’m not scare of things that once had shivered my feet
And lads would fought on things you’d laugh about
So I stepped off the curbs that were dirtier than I thought
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