Keep your antenna up
With any luck, we’ll kill off this farewell
One ticket for the train
Enduring pain and one room cheap hotels
My hair is almost dry
Without a lie, I can barely see
I never use a comb
Its left alone but I’ll let you cut it for me
You promised me you’d stay
For the pleasure bike rides to the art cafes
And I’m following a reunion
Oh countless needs escape
You coughed and started to hallucinate
And I’m following a reunion
If you keep your radar up
With any luck
We’ll kill off this farewell.

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