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Eric was a con man
Travelled to LA
Don't know how he entered States
On this his story banged
He was illegal alll his days
No way get legalized
That's not the point
He's done and burned
cremated, buried, dead
And gone
He was a criminal back there
A thief-recidivist
Decided he might start it here
His life afresh anew
He started well if not for fear
Was jack of all the trades
Here comes the story on the run
Misunderstandings' ways
The hunted man he's out there
Haunted by the griefs of soul
His consciousness is barred forever
It doesn't matter how he feels
You see the cops you run amok
No whys you thank me later
You notice them you'd better hide
Jump-start it would be safer
He's spent in prison like two terms
Back there in Ukraine
Five years maybe more not less
But that is not the point again
Another twenty in LA
Illegal's always on the run
The Law is for the wise
He got id, he've learned the game
But fear kept him be that way
My senses never sleep, my friend
He used to tell so faraway
I always stay awakened
He married crazy doll called Love
And every time she got her drunk
She called police to make him run
They finally divorced one day
Was getting old to run
He was a driver, well-respected
Illegal, yes, but have to earn
One day he fell and something happened
You'll die they told him
Cancer gross
You've smoked quite a lot in life
Your lungs are black you won't survive
Three stages, radiation patient
Provided free, we care too
The fourth xp, sign here
Later
You speak no English
It's ok
'Cause it won't help you anyway
Who needs it if taxpayers pay
Perhaps the others will get lucky
Your rat race over, pal
And off you go, we carry on
That's still is not the point
Restrained
Feel better
No
Just stamp your finger
Free to go
The crazy thing who called her Love
She broke in for sort of visit
Got drunk as soon and called police
The things were running smooth
The swat came of the blue
Guns out, ready fire
He crawled to face the toll
I am not afraid, he barked
You take me 'cause I am free to go
If only I can walk
His life was holstered
Downsized
You have a rest
You too
You come
You've lived
You just got whistled
It carried you away
So what's the point
You've made it, man
And aren't you pleased, my dear friend
You are much stronger than police
And law has stepped aside for you
Now you decide
On who are you
Who cares man
I do
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He told me once with open grin
Late evening in LA
You know, Serega, in Ukraine
Behind the bars they called me Saint
Post mortem rests
I'm still alive and hope you are well as well
Good-bye, take care, Man
Sleep well
I will