She walks in a blurry shadow, does not recognize
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No one, like it's a dream world, around her.
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Looks in the face, as he flips through the pages,
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Sadly friendly look.
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As if drinking, and can not get drunk.
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And so it goes... One hundred days in a row.
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In a new day, like a shadow in the morning
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One hundred years in a row
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Reflecting yesterday...
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream to stop...
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream stop dreaming...
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How do you? |
Iterates over contacts
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Sort of like solitaire
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And in the deck - only empty cards
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Doesn't come out, no chance
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Trance takes her hunting again
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Someone, who knows, will fall.
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It is necessary to search - reluctance.
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Started to get used to...
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Quiet in a closed captivity
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Just don't get used to
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Just to survive the spring
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream to stop...
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Lonely people look out the window
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Add friends and go to the cinema in the morning
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And in a dream they continue to believe and wait,
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And dream stop dreaming...
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Dream...
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Dream...
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Dream...
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Dream... |