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ThanksFor you, I'd be up all night. Just until you would tell me you had enough of me.Thanks
I'd live to hear your sweet armonies, the voice I've missed for three years.
I wish to fall in love with you one more time. I need to fall in love with you so I can be sure it's real.


HandcuffsJust a whisper,Handcuffs
a resonance in the air, made me realize Im not alone.
We, the voices and I, need some sleep. Our fear is strong enough to keep us awake. So please, lover, turn off the air in the room, Because my silver lungs wont hold on any longer.
Retrospective, an old memory At least both of us could keep her image after the dawn.
Morning comes already, And I havent found a solution to this pain thats itching on my chest, Like a burning cigarette, Like a crime I never paid.
I know you dont feel the same,


GodlikeTo take away a life, a deep breath, Is as hard as you say?Godlike
Whenever you get those 5 seconds, Those instants where everything seems so small, So cheap, so insignificant, Do you even care?
Godlike is your existence. A mere illusion of what everyone wants to believe. I cant be your friend,
not if youre going to call yourself a ghost.
Carry my sorrows, my joys and failures. You need them more than I do. After all, you already took my last and deepest breath away.

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shut up and kiss me.
I'm glad of it.
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We all have wood and nails. We need vices. At least we both know where the other one sleeps.
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"Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes ... there's too much fraternizing with the enemy" (Henry Kissinger)
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Pray tell me: why is a raven like a writing desk?
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries!
Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda.
Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
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¿Qué putas puedo hacer, Tarumba, si no soy santo, ni héroe, ni bandido, ni adorador del arte, ni boticario, ni rebelde?
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We all have wood and nails. We need vices. At least we both know where the other one sleeps.
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¿Qué putas puedo hacer, Tarumba, si no soy santo, ni héroe, ni bandido, ni adorador del arte, ni boticario, ni rebelde?
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...that sounded a lot better in my head.
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We all have wood and nails. We need vices. At least we both know where the other one sleeps.
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