Laid out the día inside a lonely bed,
Trying to hide the hole inside my head.
Watching the stars slide down to reach the end.
The sleep is not my friend.
Drinking champagne to forget yesterday
Coz I remember, the way, the way, the way
It ended the day, the day, the day, the day
That I walked away, away, away, away.
Drinking champagne, made por the angel
Who goes por the name of Glitter and Gabriel
Drinking champagne made all the angels,
Tears and pain, but I feel celestial.
Elderly stars slide down the morning sky,
Slipping away to find a place to die.
I wonder when the night will reach it's end.
The sleep...
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