Vacation in a heavy brothel.
Thin blood without running.
A drop on the tongue.
Colors that speak and wings on your feet.
These steps don't let you run.
/>This fear entertains you.
New moon, slow rain.
Colors that speak and wings on your feet
Dead boy, by divinity
From a barby at the wrong time
br/>Dead girl, for the speed
Of having you and leaving you without knowing why.
It seems that nothing is like it was yesterday.
It seems that nothing is like before.
Today I am not the same as I was yesterday.
Do you wonder what it is like?
You wonder what it is like?
You wonder what it is like?
and I don't know,
You wonder what it is like?
and I don't know,
br/>But you wonder,
how is it so sweet and salty at the same time?

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