not quite a child but still a boy
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And he then thought it’s time to play
he didn’t yet know what’s being stray
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And being stray was icy as fuck
and being lost was not that fun
he thought the streets, they were a game
he had to win at any expense
he thought himself being so sweet
the ice-cream had to be for free
he was so blinded by the lights
he couldn’t see into his heart
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But he was glad, cuz this one day
he felt the cold going away
He met a girl who had a fire
she told him he could stay the night
and then the night turned into an age
he felt at home being away
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But he got scared cuz what’s the use
of feelings things you can’t refuse
having to own not being a boy
and not being cute, not being a toy
but being a toy was just such fun
he’d rather lose the warmth he had
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She wished she hadn’t sung the songs
she wished she hadn’t played along
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And the boy left to dive the streets
didn’t look back by any means
winter was full of all those thrills
the flames were never going to bring
the flames were safe, oh what a bore
he’d much just rather have it all
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When he was sad he hurt a lot
when he was hungry then he just stole
even from friends who once had helped
even from those he once had held
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All warmth now gone, he didn’t see
he was too busy playing free
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The boy is old, the stray cats know
he’s this one boy who once killed love
not quite a child but still a boy
who played with fire, who's heart just froze.
