When I broke
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There was nothing behind me
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No one reached out
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Towards me
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واسم نموند
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I was alone when I could
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Back to behind blue eyes
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There was nothing behind me
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I had no eggs
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One thousand pages a day behind me
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Obstacle in the way
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They planted to kill me
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But I said my enemy's efforts were in vain
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With this thousand pages
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I was making a documentary
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More every day
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My pain is in my heart
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The people of my city dig my grave
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I killed all my dreams in this hell
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We just let go of his hand
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This world lost us
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At least that brother who went to my war
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Little brother who smells of knowledge
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I swear to God
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I never wanted to bend
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I am captivated by grief
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Get involved in mourning
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When the heart breaks
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When the moment goes
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When one of my muscles
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That you are young and old
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چشاشو میبنده
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It faces the sky
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The beauty of men
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He dreams
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Now that I'm people
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Take my body
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This song and sit down
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Listen with Opportunity
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Go to my room
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Harvest behind your head
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I'm talking to you
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Hold on tight
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Open a few drawers by the bed
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The first few books are good to remember
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Good days in industrial electricity
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Oh how hard this damn lesson was
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In the second drawer, a few photos in the album
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Open the last page very slowly
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This photo made the whole world see me
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This damn taste crushed his brother's heart
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When you were not there, I was alone with my love
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But he easily let me go
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never mind
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Drag the third and open Dash Golam Evil
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In the third drawer of a complaining world
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A few bitter stories
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A few books of guidance
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A few bitter poems
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A few herds of camaraderie
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A tobacco with a pipe for leisure
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How much do I get?
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We are going to continue
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I do not see you shed tears
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Wipe those tears
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Go to the fourth drawer
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A few memorabilia from Hossein Panahi
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A few Hollywood movies, a few chemicals
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A few important CDs reside on your side
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Do not slow down, do not touch the work of the ball
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A reminder of my good old memories
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My good memories in the park
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Well, lock your eyes
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In the fifth drawer
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These are my writings for the pain of my people
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Those who were able to spend my days and nights
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Those who could drown my heart in sorrow
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Yala Mehdi Pashoo
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Close the drawer
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This will fight later
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Laugh at problems
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Be proud
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Your brother was always strong
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This will fight later
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Laugh at problems
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When the heart breaks
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When the moment goes
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When one of my muscles
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That you are young and old
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چشاشو میبنده
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It faces the sky
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The beauty of men
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He dreams |