
Betrayed By Love making art his home,
Still going crazy in his zone,
Still going crazy in his zone,
only the artist knows why he's alone
For it is the chaos as inside the fast moving urban mind,
For it is the chaos as inside the fast moving urban mind,
i cut my hair for you,
My Love, My Art
my True measure of time.
My Love, My Art
my True measure of time.
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