I was then the smallest in town
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The smallest in town
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And on my return from the streets
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My father waved signs of sorts
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Corrupt politicians always change
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Only true friends forever will not change
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I was already hungry to sing
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Hungry to sing
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I sang with all my friends
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On a strange roof in front of the river
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The question was who would be here
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To pick up the pieces?
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Who will marry whom and who will be a singer?
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The whole world is full of sorrow
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In God everything is predetermined
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I think I've figured it out a bit already
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Near the sports center she told me let's go
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I'm a little hungry
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I just wanted to sing with her, sing with her
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We just wanted to sing
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We just wanted to sing
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I remember the days, the nights
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heavy rains
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Coming back from the army, sleeping for hours
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He flew to her as far as Holon
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Have a coffee, she suggested
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When I got up frozen itchy
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No, like love so let's not break up today
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The whole world is full of sorrow
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In God everything is predetermined
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I don't think I understood it yet
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When friends poured into her yard at night
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We just wanted to sing...
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and sometimes rebel
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We just wanted to sing even when tears came out.
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This song was written on my sweet iPhone
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Sing it if you feel like singing here more
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In karaoke rooms or in the most empty heart rooms
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Like cheap emojis in stores
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Between righteous people and homeless lovers, yes, yes
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Next to all those who never want to grow old
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Inside burning housing estates or in planes taking off
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And in life without restraints
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Everyone wants to sing
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Everyone wants to sing
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We wanted to sing then
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We wanted to sing then
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Everyone wants to sing
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Everyone wants to sing |