Backseat whispering soflty our warm desires...
Oblivious chemical love embalming the hands we lost control...
For uncoutable seconds,
It seems like no one can enter in our invisible world.
And that drives you crazy.
And I get hazy.
After the bliss,
I tell you this:
I got some memories,
That, even the enemies
Would drop their guns.
And follow the sun.
'Cause that's what it's all about.
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