memories of secrets handskakes, you
it speak my languaje
sees, i cease to believe
you´re gonna leave
and acting out a fight
when you´re not around
with ease, i cease to exist
i slip trough the leaves
we onde had to wish
we wished for
heaven, i trow only seems
like torture
this ghost
will win my host it´s
lingering in me
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