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Because I'm floating on a casual gloom Over the gaze of the human ground. Because the tension that a hand can hold can be released in matter of seconds. Because the traffic lights in Dublin Are struggling to stop, to stop whatever. Because the endless chilling wind continues [when they say no, no amigo can help when they say no amigo can HELP! Walking along Ireland is like reading for Don Quijote. Is this real? Inés? Can you hear me? -- el puto reconnecting -- Randomness means no freedom, and you know it. -- el puto reconnecting -- No freedom means no love. -- el puto reconnecting -- -- el puto reconnecting -- -- el puto reconnecting -- Call duration : 03:10