I’m a debaucher a ragged old lecher but don’t cast no stones I mean no harm I’m just a sucker for a pretty face it’s a predilection verging on vice but I’m an episodic lover the imposter of their dreams my crocodile tears and winning smile conceal a fragile jaw and so my love pours out on stony ground my tortured veins and poisoned blood scream in anguish and I find myself once more battered bruised and torn alone on the backstreets of hell I must’ve taken a dirty hit or copped a bad trip coz sister I feel sick stay with me for a little while I’ll trace my steps back through the shadows into the light I’ll crawl on my hands and knees if need be but I’ll find some way back into the fight
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