Sitting here among the trees of Santa Monica bay, I can hardly speak i´m in too deep and it´s not my fault, climbing up a tree towards the glowing cinnamon sky chewing gums for free i´m tasting yours you´re swallowing mine,
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A year goes by fleeing and so will I, I didn´t see u falling once again I didn´t hear u calling a friend,
This is not the end we´re standing near the fall of our lives truth will never lie this moment is the key to our lives,
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