everybody has gone
the lights dimmed down to nothing
voices have left eaten up by the asphalt leading nowhere
i search for comfort
distorted even it would nurture me
my thoughts echo out in the distance
bomeeranging back at me i only get myself
i wish i could leave me alone
where are you to barrier out myself?
my soul just another rotten roadkill
sleep with me tonight
i promise i will be gone in the morning
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muito bom meu puto...
everybody's searching for their own "soft asylum".
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