He wakes up in the morning,
Does his teeth, bite to eat, and he´s rolling.
Never changes a thing.
The week ends, the week begins.
She thinks: we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking,
But we never say a thing.
These crimes between us grow deeper.
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time.
Lights down, you up and die.
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