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There was a place...
Deep inside the cold.
You had me with the blanket on..looking at the stars.
Counting them like counting days.
With this arms around you listening to what it says.

One day in that afternoon cold.
All those stars were sold.
You lost your trust.
It became a lust...slowing down the beats.
I said.." Don't lose your trust".

The pitch got higher.
The place around us got tighter.
You never should have.
You never should have.

In this same cold wind.
Your perfume smell flew by.
That long pitch sound of the strings remain behind.
Manage myself to not being blind.

I'm a bullet proof vest.
Putting everything at rest.
Keep on coming back.
Even if I get sack.

I know i'll see you soon.
I'll see you soon...