Whatever you do love it like you loved that projection booth of the Paradiso when you were little...

Don't come back any more, 
don't think about us, 
don't turn round, 
don't write, 
don't give in to nostalgia.
Forget us all. 
If you can't hear it
and come back, 
don't come looking for me, 
I won't let you into the house, 
you understand?

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