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Timeless favour, there might be strings tied
Speeches, restless interrogation
There lies on streets, lie there with me
Catching fever, I don't think as life as out of reach
Jealous, fertile, cut from the safety of
This life, these faces, I've walked in place at which
point I'll ignore
A motiveless crime
I've witnessed
