Para el chico pintado de azul; de clavículas mágicas, de sonrisa intacta, de piel invisible:
I'ts never safe for us
Not even in the evening
'cause I've been drinking
Not in the morning
when your shit works
It's always dangerous
when everybody is sleeping
And I've been thinking
can we be alone?
Can we be alone?
No...
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