If you stare at me like this
I will be the object of your whims
A complete mess of purple dreams
That enslaves me even awake
Sometimes it is nice to be fake in love
Without dedication
Without hesitation to be able to run away
There shines the gleams of pure logic
Kicking away the sentiments catastrophic
You just escape leaving everything behind
And every impulse of returning
Passes away with a new feeling
Towards a handsome guy
That you catch staring at you in the bar...
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