When fatigue devours me,
and my shoulders fear the worst
Could you hold me tight and prevent me from going out
long time ago
eternal proud , but still moody
I lost your eyes under a pile of old records
Cruelly
Touching each other lying down like before
until we let each other
Always go further away, no more nights to suffer from it
Could you take my hand and stop me from going out
Firmly
I would like to film your body,
prolong in every way
I want some more stockshot
to fill your absence
Mentally
Touch each other lying down like before
until you let yourself go. ..sleep

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