i'd lost the habit
the keys to solitude
i'd lost the bitter
and the arid deserts
even the warmth of sweatshirts
i had lost hell
in paradise
i'd forgotten the refrains
that call us back to order
and your goddamned disorder
that disorder, essential
but so confidential
existence and roses fade
even on a monday
in paradise
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no one
replaces you
no, no one
replaces you
it's a hell to live
but how to live with
my senseless desires
because your dresser is empty
my dreams eat me up
and my sheets are icy
every night
now you have no taste for anything
yet such need for everything
that could replace
an indelible being
in vain you look for a copy
you'd do anything
to see the day again
every night
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