domingo, 14 de marzo de 2010


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When I've lost my cards, you deal
me another hand
even when I sleep, you're real
on your way to me
you don't have to speak - I feel

This strengh I get from you
I rest my head in your hands
but when I leave, I leave you only to:
give out to the others, this:

State of emergency...

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