Everything comes back

Every goal is the same
And I will once again back to my style
The rush me
And it disgusts me sometimes
The man who the woman
But it is always equal
The eyes are always stunning
And I can taste without having to try
I can see you already from the beginning
But it always stops at the same crossroads
There is no turning back
After you would still be a the same as you come back to my arms
For the same taste of the burn hole


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