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I kill a killer with the cellophane I free my fears with naked melodies I try to choose my friends and enemies and I choose to use my waekness as energy now I'm here I need your face to now I'm here I need your face to now I'm here I need your face to now I'm here I need your face to see I give my travels to this symphony I dry my tears in lovely salty seas I teel you silences and souvenirs I kiss your lips and then we disappear like two gondoliers I'm not breathing is there a meaning? I love you darling a siamese dream From Letras Mania