Your feet are cold, don't hug me with them
outside is the summer, but in the room is winter
if you won't sleep, you turn off the light
think of somebody, I don't care.
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It seems to me, the only things still kissing
are out two toothbrushes
It seems to me, I don't love you anymore
since you're already breathing, breathe quieter.
I hear the sound of motorcycles, there, under the balcony
the grate of trucks is lost into the night
let it carry the weight, mine and yours, of today
let somebody else love each other for us, from now on
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