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We are dry of love
My skin your skin
They don't want to stop with the anxiety

You will be like a sunrise made of sand
An angel falling into sorrows
And only remaining in skin

You look for a cinema in the short early mornings
Villain guest
If you are in my blood, my veins

They run, they don't want
to stop the anxiety
You will be like a sunrise
Any other one an angel
falling into sorrows
and already remaining
only in skin
You will be like a sunrise
any other one
Always hating friends

And tearing off the light
you look for a cinema in the short early mornings
villain guest
your catatonic flight is fatal
Call a taxi Natalie
There goes another, natalie
I want another Natalie
get in a taxi say yes.