Yes, I was the brute with an axe
And you faced me bare-handed
Then, you told me more than once
All my tools wouldn't be effective.
Because you kept your white shirt on
While I acted like a rainbow
And you had only one thing to say
Mine were too many to remember.
And at the end of the day
You asked me to draw a line.
And I felt all I had to say
Would probably be a lie,
so I said -
And you asked: ' Where do you want to go?'
And I said:
' No.'
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