Call it too late

Amon Din

Life in raps, cracks about Packed up in little bags In a short tracks, that’s how it’s done Still I don’t know how. Steal an hour for the soul And down I go And drown still low In my head some thoughts But it works so slow… I need some space, Give me some space, May it be too late, Call it too late.

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