I'll escape with him. Show him all my skin, then I'll go. I'll go home. Amsterdam.
I used to dream of adventure when I was younger
with lungs miniature.
But now we're killing our brain cells.
Is this called living
Or something else,
But now we're killing our brain cells.
Is this called living
Or something else,
or something else.
Amsterdam.
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