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Chat #05: Come away with me

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  • Man:

    What would you do if I’d sang out of tune?

  • Woman:

    I never look down to anyone unless helping him up.

  • Man:

    So what would you do?!

  • Woman:

    I would try to help you out.

  • Man:

    If we wouldn’t have this fucking sick breed of society around we all would forget about our hunting bullshit inbetween 3 days – maybe faster, but at a max of 1 week.

  • Woman:

    I know. But all the fucking sick folks around will never change!

  • Man:

    Why not?!

  • Woman:

    Cause they think, it’s their job to burn you down!

  • Man:

    I don’t need anyone to burn myself down!

  • Woman:

    Then leave them behind!

  • Man:

    I leave them behind every single night I go to sleep with you.

  • Woman:

    But the next day they're back, I know.

  • Man:

    I’d give my right arm to make them see what ultimately counts.

  • Woman:

    You’re a little too altruistic I think, isn’t it?!

  • Man:

    Maybe.

  • Woman:

    Don’t be any maybe, CHANGE the world, darling!

  • Man:

    All the folks I meet like my ideas to change it ...

  • Woman:

    ... but in the end they all spend you nothing more than the feeling of being gammy?!

  • Man:

    Some kind of that!

  • Woman:

    I know myself what a source of anguish life is.

  • Man:

    ;-)

  • Woman:

    To hell with them!

  • Man:

    I really don’t know any other place to be for them!

  • Woman:

    It’s your job to bleed them all out, I guess. I hope in the end we both will be free. Otherwise all what we are doing hasn’t made any sense since we were born.

  • Man:

    That’s so true!

  • Woman:

    Go further on – and don’t stop believing!

  • Man:

    :-)

  • Woman:

    Hope we’re still alive when your visions come true, my dear!

  • Man:

    I don’t know.

  • Woman:

    Otherwise we’ll just live our life – and move on from!

  • Man:

    Just come away with me, babe!

  • Woman:

    For sure, honey!

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