Come as you are, as you wereAs I want you to beAs a friend, as a friend, as an old enemyTake your timeHurry upThe choice is yours, don’t be lateTake a rest, as a friend, as an old memoriaMemoria, memoria, memoriaCome doused in mud, soaked in bleachAs I want you to beAs a trend, as a friend, as an old memoriaMemoria, memoria, memoriaAnd I swear that I don’t have a gunNo, I don’t have a gun