I don't wanna be old and feel afraid, and if I need anything at all. I need a place that's hidden in the deep, where lonely angels sing you to your sleep; the modern world is broken. I need a place where I can make my bed, a lover's lap where I can lay my head; 'cos now the room is spinning, the day's beginning.
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Hasta el primero de febrero esto queda cerrado por fucking vacaciones. Seh, nos vemos a la vuelta !
