Your
train to him is at station ready to off
I’m
with broken heart by you, mumbling Goodbye
Your
bogus sorrow is dripping with joy
My
sense is lost between truth and lie.
Your
train to him is whizzing on the rail
I’m
alone by the candle light with a glass of wine
Your
loyal love already with him dancing naked
My
desire to you escaped to land of Tibet.
Taste
of truth is bitter than wine
My
body without your soul, is stiff
Your
train returned at station from him
I’m
whispering Hello carelessly to you
You
jumped off cart with hidden happiness
My
feeling frozen, now you’re nobody!
Gambino
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