All the other conversations are empty, you took the wait on, this is where I loose my mind looking for you into the crowd. I will never turn around, there won’t be a better way more fucking eloquence in every sound, if at last I loose my voice hope you can not break it less fucking eloquent in every sound. We’re all ready to start the game; break your roof with big stones so I know what I have lost, speak too less and think too much.
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