There's a killer on the road ...
He's been chasing me for some time ...
I try to run away by losing him, in vain ...
He's attentive to all my movements ...
Follow my head down, but watch ...
When I cross the street and turn the corner ...
There it is, and always towards me ...
I plan to run, but he will understand ...
And if you have a gun you can shoot me ...
Then fear terrifies me, my God ..!
I decide to stop ... stop ... I hope shaking ...
He passes indifferently by me ...
And goes on his way, without looking back ...
Without knowing who he is, his name ...
What it does and where it goes ... I follow it ...
Without knowing why ...
It was like leftovers ... or love, maybe ..!

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