My face's faded out as I washed it in the still of the night
I watched your face through the flaming trash can
Guess how could you hide
The last train runs on slow motion
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Distortions
A dream inside a dream (inside a dream)
There was a horse in the empty swimming pool
It bites a bird
Between the teeth I listen to its last words
Please teach me how
to live this house before the evening
Déjà vu is a sort of creation
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