a hundred stories from a single voice
feel a tender handshake with a fake touch
leave the water running and the lights on
have a drink and say nothing is over yet
will a broken body rise back up
does anyone pretend it is going to last
trust the liar or pay the millionaire
a dull knife can still leave a scar
lost lovers or prostitution
an unfinished game but still a winner
early morning or late last night
love only works when it hurts somebody else
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