When I look back to the past
I feel there's something I can't show
And If I look into our pictures
I may see you're crying
Now you're dead in home, It's another instant
And your hands points to the sky, and your eyes are distant
turning around
It's another breaking down
I remember you in my dreams standing there waiting for me
While I was going west trying to, trying to forget
In the back of my car, It's another instant
Naked women, maked men, fucking with their ecos
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