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Prostitutes leave the scene
Forbidden lovers love each other without a veil
It's very late, I know it's very late.
And a decadence is in the air
The alcohol that gives another aspect to things
Even the street seems very busy
An area where everything is alive
I live like the ghost of a friend
It is a nostalgia, a decadence
Something funny, but it is a great fear of loneliness
The big lights never go out here.
It dawns and no one ever notices.
It seems like another day is about to begin again.
But they won't see me until nightfall.
It is a nostalgia, a dying very young
A cave smell, from which I can never escape
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