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1 to 2 weeks, that’s how long it takes to regenerate new taste buds. To replace the taste buds that once danced with your own. That tasted the sweat on your skin and the chocolate you bought for me.
Nós carregamos o sangue dos mortos Que estavam, em um momento, muito vivos Continuamos a viver para os gigantes gentis Que nos legaram grandes tesouros.  
Nous portons le sang des morts Qui étaient, dans un temps, bien vivants Nous continuons à vivre pour les gentils géants Qui nous ont légué de grands trésors.
Thoughts invite Emotions to a dance  An elegant waltz They don't skip a step  For the fear of telling the story wrong looms over their heads like the gleaming chandelier Held together like glue
Listen with your eyes closed, in the silence of the night. You'll hear the battle sounds of the inner organs fight. Logic's head comes out with gloves of steel, prepared to break and bruise.
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