When a tear falls on the notebook
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And she hopes no one will see her
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Inscription on the door: «do not disturb»
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For the wrong, what belongs nowhere
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Like someone was dying
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But there is no one
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The pecival over the stomach
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He rolls like he's laughing
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As if he had no idea
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That tomorrow will be a new day
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And what is now is just a dream
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What won't last long
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The birds sing, they probably are
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With a perpetual address
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At an unnecessary train station
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He'll release the beautiful ones tomorrow
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To the streets and squares
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Luck leans somewhere
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Expect it to fall somewhere
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So take a good look
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And then take it in your hands
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When a tear falls on the tablecloth
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And they all went to bed
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It's not worth a try anymore
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And there is nothing to give
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There's nothing to take
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Surrender bodies without souls
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And the heart begs, «Do not tame
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Tears you never dry »
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And he probably has no idea
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That tomorrow will be a new day
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And what is now is just a dream
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What won't last long
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The birds are probably singing
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With a perpetual address
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At an unnecessary train station
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He'll release the beautiful ones tomorrow
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To the streets and squares
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Luck leans somewhere
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Expect it to fall somewhere
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So take a good look
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And then take it in your hands |