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Burning your memories

And what does it matter to anyone as my soul is,
sadder than silence and more alone than the moon,
and what does it matter to be a poet or to be garbage.

Live adrift
and feel that everything is going well
and always fly up
and think that I can't lose.



I'm going to make a drum of my scrotum *
just left, left only one photo,
I'm going to make a drum of my scrotum
Just left, left only one photo.

And live, that uphill
and feel that I don't know what I'm doing here
and always dragged along
And lose, I can't think



I'm going to make a drum of my scrotum
just left, left only one photo,
I'm going to make a drum of my scrotum
Just left, left only one photo.

And every time I look at her, my tail clicks
Every time I look at her, I get pimples
Every time I look at her I get stiff
every time I look at her he hits me
every time I look at her my soul shrinks
Every time I look at you I eat you fig
every time I look at her I eat the jar
Every time I look at her I throw myself in the mud.

I remember your caresses
and memory deceives me
I eat the laziness
And the spiders hang on me.

I'm going to soak in gasoline one more time
I'm going to scrape to see if I turn
and go from end to end the city
Burning our bad dreams

I remember your caresses
and memory deceives me
I eat the laziness
And the spiders hang on me.

I'm going to soak in gasoline one more time
I'm going to scrape to see if I turn
and go from end to end the city
Burning our bad dreams

I'm going to soak in gasoline one more time
I'm going to scrape to see if I turn
and go from city to city
Burning all your memories

No, dressed in colors, she left where is she?
No, no, no, no, no, no, dressed in colors, perhaps it never existed
No, dressed in colors, she left where is she?
No, no, no, no, no, no, dressed in colors, perhaps, it will dawn.
No, dressed in colors, dressed in colors, dressed in colors, dressed in color ...

I live in a landfill
I sleep with the moon
that it matters to be a poet or to be garbage.

What does it matter if you cheat me
and then you would smile at me
If you were just the mare I loved most.

I don't need to see you to know you're with me
And I whinny with joy whenever I look at you.

(Sooooo, bug)

Extreme

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