The Fatima Mansions – Walk Yr Way
You made of me an outcast
A suitcase-dwelling shell
You made of mine a heart of stone
which you dropped down a bottomless well
Well, fair enough,
but just don’t call it love
when it was just lust for blood
and by the way, „get out“ just means „get out“ to me
I will walk yr way
Debts of the world are not mine to pay
so I will walk yr way
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