I call you, You pick me up
We go for a long time walk
We try to never return
To this grey boring world
We arrest ourselves against
This colourful Living world
Where we paint the landscape
And pretend we're so happy
And there's time for laughter
Time to change everything
We could start over again
Or end up in another good way
But the time to close the call
Has always got to come
To kill our little world
And wake ourselves up for the real thing
bip bip bip
Preso? :o
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