I don't know what's worse, to get advice or to get reasons. Don't talk in my behalf I only make music for chameleons. Tell me (at last) something smart, something with balls. The world is real, filled with misery and illusions. There's no real truth, I move from castles to dark alleys. If I've learned something is that I can't believe in myself or my emotions. And the anesthesia is so strong, my love. I am not going to be the one holding back the hands in the big clock. I am not going to be out of tune, but I am really offended by all this vulgarity. There's a train that goes straight into the center of your love, but it sinks into the sea and it drowns you in pain. There is nothing I like more than your smile, my love, that's your best place, it's my best song. Nothing surprises me more in life, my love , that seeing my skin change like a chameleon's. Don't be afraid, please. All we have to do is go out and feel the sun. I only make music for chameleons.
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