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Моя дикая Косандра, игривая падра

Yıkılırken kumdan kalelerim birer birer karşında zırhı paslanmış bir kahraman gibiyim

Ooooo merhaba

Ölüm yakın Fernweh

And how he never even took you out to dance
          But did he fuck with any rhythm?
          But now he's playing with your head
          But did he ever make you cum?
          Did he ever make you cry?
          Do the wires in your mind get sewn together
          Rubbed and severed by the heat
          You don't know how long I could stare into your picture
          And wish that it was me

Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

I still remember the third of December