there was a time when I was lost in myself
you took my hand, became my guide
there was a time you needed my help
I guess my ego made me blind
it´s not the rain, it´s not the streetlights
that makes your skin so pale at night...
it´s your quiet heart
and your silence
as your teardrops stain my sheets
let´s take a trip through the wires
our love is dead
you are free
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