I run from myself, from empty people
I drop the keys, car, card
Soon I will come to her very soon
On the top shelf of the reserved seat
I'm waiting like a maniac for this couple of days
I haven't slept since last March
And thoughts are getting dirtier and more vulgar
Remembering her velvet Breasts
Impossible spirits of her train
I will not love you, fuck
I asked you to be a little bolder
So hold on, it's too late to gasp
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Sorry, it came out
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