I'll leave to God
If anything goes wrong
It'll burn my chest out
It's beautiful
When conversations fall
And relies me of you

I feel my home
The softness of my couch
The eyes that did us part
I touch on things
These breast are nude and soft
and chase us down

How do I leave the station
How do I leave the station


I did my part
I shaved my face and left
a moustache on
I touch on things
And the last sensations brought
The pain increased
I had to hold on arms
To give a chance to someone
to feel loved
I touch on things I set my mind
out, gone, I shut it out

How do I leave the station
How do I leave the station

I've gone far from
And can't go back to the station

How do I leave the station
How do I leave the station

I've gone far from
And can't go back to the station


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