I can feel it coming up and spreading inside in me
Evon as the blood and it eats away the memory
From my pen you'd expect the sweet honey to drip
The words come out like rats leaving a sinking ship
Look at them run
Your fame is discretion out you so probably call it
But I'm afraid honey that it crumbled down to the powder in your wallet
And all the different shapes and forms which you control
From the widest and purest to the whore of alcohol
Ah look at them run
We'll get to know your sad side again
compositores: Maarten Devoldere,Jinte Deprez
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