We'll brake down the clocktowers to lose time
and to leave it all unsaid
as you smile that corky smile of yours and spin me around few times more
And like crocodiles,
my drenched heart travels without a seatbelt
weeping, of course
just because it makes you laugh
and I'm missing this unreal feeling of home
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