Lying on the couch
Suddenly the clock fails
and time stands
its locker bag
enpolvado portrait
that's what I give
I play just their features
and even without pain
just wanted to return
this old place
no more respirava
just thought
no matter what comes
it will not be an error
rie that
inspired by the memory
I can not help feeling
Sagada in her passion
reselling the lacrimal
so that you invaded
wet expression
I look at the moon and whisper
no matter what comes
it will not be an error
rie that
no matter if the pain
through the heart
if he who remains silent
going to
and even that had so
to be no let
feeling
lying on the couch
its clock failure

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