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“The beat of broken jazz”

“The beat of broken jazz”

It’s a lonely world, everybody tries to hide.
Behind there dark blue eyes, behind those broken lies.
Did it really hurt, when you left me in the dirt.

The sky is crying, as the thoughts of you are sighing.
Boy the last string to tie was to say goodbye.
I tend to stick in your head, like the last homeless cat you fed.
You're like the beat of broken jazz.
You used to hit strings, in my heart like sweet smooth jazz sings.

In those steam filled showers, passing by those arousing seductive hours.
I found myself face down, trying to pick up my crown.
As you undid my lace, I tried to replace.
All the broken dreams i had to face.
They brought me to a place, where time can’t bring a trace. Of peace back to me.

How am i going to find a way to cope, when i can’t even wash the scars with that bloody red bar of soap.
In the dark, of a lonely park.
Passing the time away, but i only find myself fading away.

Through the wind I've sinned and through the sky I'll fly.
Say goodbye as we dance with the devil tonight.
Give up the fight, we gave it a good try.
Broken and beaten. To nothing we shall remain.

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