He‘s shot and dead in the park close to my hotel
Newbies were so scared
Some evidence was made to enhance all chances
Noticed now was the mayor‘s son
Somehow he already knew
The prospects for his charge he knew
The glamorous house he was born in today
Would have a party for a few with care
His three-piece suit will wait until
The family’s properties are sold
The mayor has been seen in another country
No one has his whereabouts
The new shipment just arrived from Marseille
The cops intercepted
Was found in every coin the logo of the mayor‘s son
If they try to remove it will reveal
The most unwanted truth for all, they can‘t
Was hidden for so long even though
He‘s not here anymore to talk
Gasping
Coughing
Losing
That chance
Lying
Hiding
Winnin’
That chance
That humid cave in the park could tell us something
The neighborhood water is baptized
Close to the trash the same choker an old gift
Given to the love they had
It was becoming unbearable to live together
Sharing a life
I felt that someone else has being visited by him
In our old house, I knew
In fact he‘s not my son we were as one
The promise of so many dreams
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