and love is not a backstreet hustle like this

i know you're hurting but i know you're hurting but i know you're hurting
but i'm not the one been dancing on a tightrope carrying a rainbow dancing
on a tightrope from star to star or stumbling off your doorstep at five a.m.
feeling like the wind might break my bones as honey coloured day leakin
through again on all my midnight promises which one by one they all my
midnight promises they come undone and love is not a backstreet no love is
not a backstreet no love is not a backstreet hustle like this looking for
diamonds out on the tarmac looking for diamonds out on the tarmac again

Ruskin J. Gammon

Kingston-upon-Hull

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