A duo in a suit.
Each of us has our own garbage in our head.
A heart in a cage.
And silver stars on the flag.
In my dreams.
He tells me everything my dream of fame.
I really don't know. I really don't know.
What will happen now, what then?
But I know very well who is pointing a finger at me.
And when I fight back, the friction is good for me.
Who cares, my hot love!
Who cares, backs turned!
Now we are gathered;
we, a tribe of circus performers.
Deliberately barefoot,
so that by chance no one hears us.
What does the watch say
when it runs out of hands?
I really don't know. I really don't know.
What will happen now, what then?
I am not what I want to be.
I am only what I can be..

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