(All the dusty pictures in the commemorative museum
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The commemorative museum is full of pictures
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The memorial museum is dark and old)
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A bloody handkerchief is next to me and all the headshots are in the background
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in red
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They look at another as if they were not born, they are in the void of times that never happened.
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Give me a fresh sleep, a simple doubt, humming from the past of this lifeless realm.
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Remember, it is a child-spirited delusion, the heedless sleep of all the pits I fell into.
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Tense in the blind dawn, restless on every floor, let it all come, even my skeleton
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lackadaisical
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I died of rage, gnawed at the chants, wore razors from old curses
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Things that will not happen have happened, they will not happen, the most unfinished accounts are probably from birth.
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I broke my shoulders one evening out of boredom, you remind me, I've disappeared
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out of nowhere
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(All the dusty pictures in the commemorative museum
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The commemorative museum is full of pictures
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The memorial museum is dark and old)
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No matter what I do, the whistles I play are silent
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It all got dirty over time. |
Neither a sound nor a memory
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He has no breath, no matter what I do, all the photos have faded
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All of them disappeared over time. |
Neither a sound nor a memory |
My heart beats fast in my lumberjack shirt
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When I heard your voice from one of the tapes
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I froze when all my coins are gone
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And the first time I beat you in this hall
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As you pass by the beach
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I used to collect coupons from thin sheets
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A screen while not yet everywhere
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Super Dad, Anap, Izel, Çelik, Ercan
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After all, all that appear the same in the shadow
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Where is the sun necklace I wore around your neck now?
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Time always prides itself on destroying
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Where are all the photos you kept now?
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So many pictures with dust on the souvenir museum
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Life is a corridor crowded and loud
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No one has blood brothers anymore
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The interior of the car is dark and old
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Finished
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(All the dusty pictures in the commemorative museum
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The commemorative museum is full of pictures
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The memorial museum is dark and old)
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No matter what I do, the whistles I play are silent
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It all got dirty over time. |
Neither a sound nor a memory
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He has no breath, no matter what I do, all the photos have faded
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All of them disappeared over time. |
Neither a sound nor a memory |