to arrive at the earliest dawn
and all we always get
are some empty bottles
beside our beds
they're sitting on their old chairs
waiting for something importante
to pass
while time flies
near their heads
we're singin'
the same old songs
and everybody is dying
everyday
a little more
and the rivers run
as the sky changes its colour
all we've always wanted
is unbearable love
and some books to read.
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