Sitting on the edge of your life
Of your life that is so strange
Of your life that is so strange
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inRead invented by Teads
As strange as mine
Just like that writer
Crossing out and between patches
Crossing out and between patches
Every day in draft
You learn and there is no other option
While we are doing it doing.
Strange this day that ends
In these drinks that never end
Strange your mouth on mine
And the meanwhile that we are pianta
It is strange the noise of time
When it hits these steps
Rare is the cold of the center
When it does not tighten your hug
Strange this day that ends
In these glasses that They never end from the center
When your hug doesn't tighten
Strange this day that ends
And this night that endures us
Strange your mouth on mine
Strange life that is It pisses us off
The noise of time is strange
That thunders over these steps
Rare is the cold of the center
When your hug doesn't tighten