I. opportunity makes a killer
during that one hour
that doesn't exist
when anything is possible,
when I wouldn't get caught
I'd drive with a frantic speed
140 km West
in the pitch black night
to take her away
from the sickness and grief she lives in
I'd rob her by force if it came to it
(I would off him propably anyway, just 'cause I could)
-- I'd burn down the house)
I wouldn't care;
because during the hour
that doesn't exist
I wouldn't get caught
for murder
that doesn't exist
when anything is possible,
when I wouldn't get caught
I'd drive with a frantic speed
140 km West
in the pitch black night
to take her away
from the sickness and grief she lives in
I'd rob her by force if it came to it
(I would off him propably anyway, just 'cause I could)
-- I'd burn down the house)
I wouldn't care;
because during the hour
that doesn't exist
I wouldn't get caught
for murder
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