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Op.8 ~ A Boy could do Better

Once under a streetlight,
Sitting in a room alone.
Sometimes voices rang out. 
No one was hurt.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)
Junkies sing songs of pain.
But Angels whisper with kind song.*

There was a girl with midnight hair.
She was no ones handmaid.
Just an Irish lass with game to play 

A boy could do worse then to have the untouchable touch him

In midnight light
I sat stoned.
Zombies sniffed in circles,
Tenderness touched my thigh.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)
Junkies sing songs of pain.
But Angels whisper with kind song.*

Change came with pain.
Drooling foul words,
Kind hearts broke in fear.

A boy could do worse by others, even if he feels insane.

Dawn lit the sky,
Creatures returned below.
A bell chimed. 
All is well.

*Its a dangerous game. (Animals stalk the night.)
Junkies sing songs of pain.
But Angels whisper with kind song.*

A boy's better crying alone. 

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