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There's a door slightly openbetween your lips and mine.There's a dead wordand an empty look.There's a silence that killsand stairs that go upand a doubt that brings me downand a head in the clouds.I recognize itI smoke joints on a daily basisI smoke one and it's like turning on the radiobut inside of my sour headalways so alone and filled with sadness.Out come the songs that reach my feelingsand

I was reading your old letterswhere you told me about love.Using words, trying to tell me"I can't be without you.."And where is it now? That beautiful illusion.Of giving to you, the best of my love.We thought that everything had changed.There wasn't a reason to be sad anymore.But the winter knocked on our door.And like a leaf, our love died.And where is it now? That beautiful illusion.Of giving

Uncork the champagneand turn off the lights.Lets leave the candles litand outside the wounds.Don't think anymoreabout our past.Lets let our glasses touchfor having been able to find each other.Because I canlook at the sky,kiss your hands,feel your body,and say your name.And the caresseswill be the windthat stokes the fireof our love...our love..I can be the light of nightthe light of dayand stop

I'm standing on top of a wall that divideseverything that was and everything that'll be.I'm looking how all of those old illusionscrossed the wall and are becoming reality.But like the love from yesterdaybut like the love from yesterdayit disappeared again, disappeared.I'm standing on top of a wall that divideseverything that I loved and everything that'll love.I'm looking at how all of my wounds

When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)the whole neighborhood was so alive (whoa)and every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)was gonna make it big and not be beat.now the neighborhood's cracked and torn (whoa)the kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa)how can one little streetswallow so many livesChances thrownnothing's freelonging forwhat used to bestill it's homehard to

Sometimes I lift myself up, I spin 1000 times,Sometimes I lock myself behind open doorsSometimes I tell you because of this silenceAnd it's because sometimes I belong to youAnd sometimes to the wind.Sometimes from a thread, and sometimes from a hundredAnd sometimes my dear, I swear that I think.Why is it so difficult to feel like I feel,Feel like I feel seems so difficult?Sometimes I look at you,

I was drowning between your thighs and in your honey.I was hurt when you left with him.I stayed so lonely that I lost all reason.I fell in your fire and my heart is being burned.How the hell did you get in?My heart is crashing down.How the hell did you get lost.. oh oh ohI'm lost in the veins of this city.I'm missing you at the edge of this bar.Like a rose that's in the middle of the seayou're