I didn’t see you again, my little run-away torture
Bitter Saturday, and a poisonous Sunday
I have drunk wine with my pain and it consumed me
And I asked the night to tell my about you
Where do you linger, How do you pass your time?
Who do you look in the eyes?
What God do you worship?
What songs do you sing?
Where do you wake up in the morning,
who is keeping you in his arms
and now you don’t care about me?
Where do you wake up in the morning,
Who is keeping you in his arms,
and throws me out of the game?
Where do you linger, How do you pass your time?
Who do you look in the eyes?
What God do you worship?
What songs do you sing?
I didn’t see you again and spend all the night on the street
Out of the world and with no perspective
I sang with my pain songs of sorrow
And I asked the night to tell me about you…
Where do you linger?...
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