The XX - Night Time

Here is my cup of cares.

Oh look, fuck! is empty...





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manos a la obra!

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MW.

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arte arte arte.

. en su máxima expresión

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ON THE OTHER SIDE.

On the other side, everybody wish they were you.

Nobody sees you, nobody complaints about you, nobody cares. Just yourself.

The streets are empty, just how she wished they were. She smiles as she never did before. She looks happy, she don’t need anyone in order to survive. She has her own vision of division, two people living in different worlds, but together. She smokes her last cigarette by the seaside. But her summer is cold without him.

But back on the other side, he misses her, he thinks of her. He looks for her smell in every shirt he used TO WEAR when they where together. Streets full of nothing.

She want him, but she won’t be back. He won’t stay.