So I was waiting for, I was waiting there.
Dry lips, water and ocean.
I'm here blind, catched down steps.
Then... breathing under your skin.
Life is running, and I'm hanging in tiredness.
So I was there for waiting, maybe I'm not always on the same place.
The empty glass, the screaming eye.
Paying my scars, playing with stars.
Now, and then,
And I say when...
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