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Murilo Huff
Catastrophe
The kiss doesn't feel like a kiss
The bed doesn't feel like a bed
And I don't even seem like myself
In the hands of another love
That is not yours
I'm starting to not want to stay
Making promises that I won't keep
Hurting people in the city
Spreading longing around
Come back
Avoid a catastrophe of deluded kisses
Victims of my mouth
Come back
They have nothing to do with it
Because of you they are suffering in vain
Stop to think
Besides mine
How many broken hearts can you save
