Hot to trust,
born in lust,
burning, yearning
need so much
Love the pain,
keeps me sane,
teeming, dreaming
fear, so vain
Have a taste,
body race,
trucking, f-cking
up the Place
On the ground,
hit the town,
sinning, spinning
going down
Somber days,
fade away,
grooving, moving
Time to play
Find a who’
give her dough,
flying, lying
make it so
Burning gates,
getting late,
crashing, smashing
call it fate
Hit the sack,
lying flat,
giving, living
Life in Black
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Author:
David Welch (
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- Published: September 27th, 2025 15:28
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