Imaginary rats
they wake you up one night
somewhere
Conversing among themselves
they write your name on the
hallway wall
You played a tough boy
br/>that cold night
of vanity
You lost everything in the game
money... it's not money
you lost love
Now you want to escape from here
suffocating in gray smoke
And not even in the moon
do you see Malu's face
And not even in the moon
do you see Malu's face

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