Euthanasia
Benighted in Sodom
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Tomorrow I will wake up
with this strange need of not to belong
Tomorrow I will wake up
just to copy whatever is wrong
Tomorrow I will wake up
in a cage of perfect gold
Tomorrow, will I wake up?
hope in tongue, golden song
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Tomorrow, I will wake up
with an innate appetite
(to be one of yours)
to be just one of yours
Tomorrow I will wake up
and try everything not to be alone
Tomorrow will I wake up?
and try everything to be alone