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A suitcase in the hall One word, bye bye All seasons look like fall Many leafs, they will die What is this monster That tears us apart Befriends my mind, and gently stones my civil heart And I don't choose to be a castaway. Independence in its prime, I guess it's all about what we feel. I've been in bigger a crime, Loss or gain, it's all part of the deal. A choise that hurts us, Ever so fast. Even when its timing is more than just. And I surely don't need a replay. Love often consumes itself quickly It opens up, it ripes and it's fed Much like the bees in search of delicate honey A sting from time to time doesn't taste that bad Either. A word echoes throughout the hall A cry, a slam, was I ever really there. This adventure seems too small Compared to my neighbour's suitcase affair I'd kill his monster, But what the hell for. If I chop one head off, there'll be a hundred coming for more And I don't choose to be in its way. ©tekst: vaccaro muziek: willemyns roan, verhaeghe