try to hold my glass of wine with their hands tied behind their backs, I've never been so drunk I do not care what I see, not really, I do not care that the next day my eyes were swollen in the corner of my room and my head wander around the house in search of silence. I sharpen knives on Fridays, the god Bacchus, day lighting, night ... I feel electric, stay away ... Corro
the mirror, I see these red lips and smile, you smile, if you had not noticed ...
I'm not lost, no, not until they find the 2.00 in the morning ...
If we want to be beasts of the night, you can lose your head ...
Let
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