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von Apache 207

lucky
Suena

His street stands empty when the sun leaves it
He closes his door quietly so he doesn't wake her
Out and about every night, even if it hurts her
No rules, no spark, hope, no law
What can I do about it? Shown again
The police are at the door, they are closing the proceedings
I seduced you then, Apache touched you
And today you're wearing haute couture
And go home

You don't need to cry
No, the blood on my shirt is not mine
Sleep in peace, I'm staying at home today
I'm lying to you, but you know baby, I'm sorry


The street is calling
yes she calls
The street is calling
Yes, she's calling (yes, she's calling, yes, she's calling, yes, she's calling)

His street is full when the sun comes back (-comes)
But he sits at home and drinks whiskey on the rocks (rocks)
He gathers some strength and runs behind the block
With a black sports bag with a silver button
Two rings on each hand, t-shirt tucked into waistband
Yes, I'm poisoning the country, tell me, what's healthy here anyway?
No, I won't get caught, pink ski mask, get in the bank
Everything relaxed, everything without pressure

You don't need to cry
No, the blood on my shirt is not mine
Sleep in peace, I'm staying at home today
I'm lying to you, but you know baby, I'm sorry

The street is calling
yes she calls
The street is calling
Yes, she's calling (yes, she's calling, yes, she's calling, yes, she's calling)