Come ... Let me tell you, listen to me. Sometimes I feel lonely . Think I said "you will see that no, I will matter." Everything changed for me, I feel the past come back to me and it's too late . Not want to go back and yet it is a flash calling me, I tend your network.
Come, I invite you to disappear for a while in the world. Time out of them. I do not think you get what will come, I do not get at least before what it takes to get you. So
work once, entangled in your hair and not leave there until dying of fear, oh! to die of love hide me. So cowardly that I feel would react. Serious able to forgive me if I said I would? Not that I lost the excitement but enough for me.
Come, I invite you to disappear for a while in the world. Downtime of the two. I do not think get what is coming , I do not get at least earlier than takes for you to get you.
My spirit the desert, like me. My eyes were so open , projecting. I knew you were coming but just could not immunize time. Is this what we want to hear or perhaps loathe. To win your fantasy I will not change or days, not months . (Come, 2002)
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