To the lady under the lamp post
In the street of the night
You've spent your time
Since young
You live with soiled conscience
When you fall
Not a brilliant choice
But that's your golden idea
Of the moment
Now freeing yourself won't be easy
In the street of the night
You've spent your time
Since young
You live with soiled conscience
When you fall
Not a brilliant choice
But that's your golden idea
Of the moment
Now freeing yourself won't be easy
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