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After the show, after the hardest weekWe left from the bar and left him on the streetLeft him on the street and walked on down to QueenRealized our fault, returned and he was goneAfter the show, after the hardest weekWe left from the bar and lost him on the streetLost him on the street and walked on down to QueenRealized our fault, returned and he was goneTwo sisters cry, apologize, until our words run outMy forehead on my sister's forehead, crying in the crowdI tell her that I love her more than any silly thoughtsAnd for those long cold icy moments time for us did stopStanding out on Dundas Street and waiting for the cabNight was getting icier, froze over empty handsCar pulls up in front of me, and stepping out to goHolly yells, I turn my head, and right out from the coldKenyatta, Kenyatta, KenyattaHe's holding somethingRan over and ran right up, buckling with joyHe held it back and laughed out loud, he was a drunken boyBut a sweet one, I was playing, fingers turning blueSongtexteI told him that I loved him but I wanted to tell youKenyatta, Kenyatta, KenyattaHe's holding somethingKenyatta, Kenyatta, Kenyatta Aus Songtexte Mania