I'm not myself these days, you know.

Far better places I can go.

Nothing's permanent, nothing is there to last

I must do a key from you when our time has come.

Trying to chase away the night.

Hoping you'd save me by daylight.

Cousin Guillen, I'm just a tired little boy.

Now just hold me tight

Before I lose my mind

through this whole franchise in color.

Mahmoud

Bye.

I'm not myself these days, you know.

Far better places.

I can go.

Nothing's permanent.

Nothing is there to love.

I must do a key from you when our time has come.

Now just hold me tight.

Go.

We're just home friends, just in case.

We're just holding fast in time.

It's just.

So.

Well,