Liedje uit de tijd dat ik werk had in Sneek.
Independence
feet firm on the floor
knockin’ on someone’s door
teeth shining in the night
around my head’s a halo of light
stripped down, skin and bone
moved away from the danger zone
aching head, aching back
tell me where the loot is stacked
alone in a state of independence
living by the ten commandments
like a slowly rolling stone
working to pay off a loan
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