I know you want to
Run away from the crowd.
Turn off the lights.
Turn on you favourite music.
And close your eyes...
When will your last drop be
In my hands, in my hands.
You will be not here,
In highlands, in highlands
And what I see,
That everyday we keep on fire
Inside the box, inside the mind.
I don't know why we cannot buy the tickets today.
When will your last drop be
In my hands, in my hands.
You will be not here,
In highlands, in highlands
i'm sliding down and nothing, nothing more...
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