Constrói-me uma jaula de néon onde existam saídas, inúmeras... para eu te poder fugir, evitar. Entre as grades, arquitecta labirintos de vidro e espelho, esconderijos.
Com melodias de veludo, adormece-me para depois me poderes prender.
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Elevator straight into my skull The escalator rises as it falls I swear our chant is crashing in my mind You can hold on but I wouldn't waste your time.I've stood in a thousand street scenes Just around the corner from you. Farewell my black balloon ,the weather had it's way with you...
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