Smalltown

And every morning comes too soon,

all your nights are sleepless.

Poison arrows

(to ruin your tomorrows).



Below suspicion,

cafes full of people dressed as spies;

and all I know

(is guilt to be different).



It's always raining stones

(there's a killer in my home).

In a smalltown,

everybody looks the same.



(There are unwritten rules,

unspoken words).

Should I pack my fear and go?



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I have to leave somehow

before they run me out of town.

I have to leave somehow



And every morning comes too soon

(all your nights are sleepless).

Poison arrows,

to ruin your tomorrows.



(There are unwritten rules,

unspoken words).

Should I pack my fear and go?



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