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Realising as a teen that we live alone and all that we have is ourselves as companion, I imagined taking my life so many times – there was no need to cry, I wasn’t a baby anymore. I imagined seeing my shadow on a cliff as my body fell. We have yet to know when time stops and how much time we have to go.
Juju
I am the sun
I borrow your name
Got off my motorbike
Walked to the dust
Through the desert plain
When I first came here
There was a black hole
Now there’s an ocean
I am floating doll
Whistle in vain
I whistle alone
Wish I could have loved you
My flesh and bone
We’re all born to die
We live alone
Fetch me a pistol
And get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Let me die young
I am the wind
Undress my skin
You keep me dancing still
My shadows on a cliff
And I’ve already fallen in
When I first came here
There was a black hole
Now there’s an ocean
I am floating doll
I’m helpless
I’m helpless
Whistle in vain…
Tomorrow’s horizon
S’gonna come and visit me
To announce
To announce its promises of hate
I hate it when its words aren’t for me
Whistle in vain…
Whistle in vain
I whistle alone
I wish I could have loved you
My flesh and bone
We’re all born to die
We live alone
Fetch me a pistol
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun
Get me a gun