I leave through the back door
My way of thinking breaks me
That you don't exist
That you are only my loneliness
Looking for another room
In this poor room
Who doesn't know colors
Although he tries to look for 16-byte loves
And my gaze becomes clouded by the light of a screen
That produces a thousand sounds that blend together
Among the wine , a cigarette and my destiny
I dissolve between systems
They do everything differently
For me there is nothing more than seeing you
It is useless to get rid of you
I have dreamed ado with kissing you
I run towards the bars of illusions
Where they sing the songs
Looking for emotions to reflect on your silence
I keep eating you
Bungaloo Punta Cometa
Cappuccino, a love, a flower
Bungaloo Punta Cometa
Cappuccino, a love, a flower
Bungaloo Punta Cometa
Cappuccino, a love, a flower
Bungaloo Punta Cometa
Cappuccino, one love, one flower
One love, one flower

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