Que durante a noite eu pudesse decidir até que horas seria a hora que eu quisesse.
Hours and hours passing by. Escaping from my hands. Night going away, changing into day.
And so many songs to listen, so many movies, so much things to do. So much time to think I need.
And soon the night is over, and I need to be ready for another day of work.
And day after day I need to do a lot of things that I am not completely sure about. At least I'm not working with publicity, such criminal activity...
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