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Dec 2018
Now I know,
This is the first time we've
But, I wanna be you.
I wanna wear your skin as a
In your ambiance, I will
And when they speak my name, i'll say who?

I wanna wear your clothes as
I want to live your life.
I want your receding
I want your growing
I want to love your wife.

9-5, I'd work your
I'd love your bratty son.
In the suburbs, a faceless
I wouldn't  be an upturned
And when I'd sit in your car or your study, I wouldn't think of a noose nor a gun.
For my father.
Written by
Klaus  15/M/Ireland
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