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Lletres: Hayden. Disappear.

I woke up in a sweat
About something I might have said.
When I had way too much,
And words, they just fell out of my head.
I know we're interesting,
When we open up,
And talk about what we should not.

But what I told you I,
Swore I'd keep until I died.
And now that I've let you know,
There's no way to let you go.

So we headed North with our guns,
To the field of deer.
And waited for the sun,
Like we did all of those years.
Except this time you'll disappear.