The wind knocks you off your feet
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The moon is slanting in the sky.
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I'm lonely, I would like a sip,
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At least a breath of your soul air.
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Somewhere where there are millions of stars
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There, the ions have already sunk into oblivion.
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Whether in jest, or in earnest,
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You and I know fate in advance.
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So that they don't hurt each other
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Were not killed heartily, mentally.
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We accidentally left a lot of scars
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And our path is tormented by trenches.
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But isn't there a soul on the sheets, but just phrases,
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How I feel the pain is sharp not to the point.
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I wish so much, I dream in puzzles
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With you to collect a heavenly waterfall.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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And I'll try to keep it.
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without knowing the outcome beforehand.
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On the edge of a knife without hurting your fate.
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My dreams lie somewhere in the depths.
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positive and disagree
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And do not run away, only my feelings tremble with the eyelashes of her eyes.
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I will be credited for everything in this life,
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If I were rich, I would trade all my wealth,
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As long as the sun doesn't freeze
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My personal sun and star, that's by name.
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But the wind knocks you down
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The moon is slanting in the sky.
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I'm lonely, I would like a sip,
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Even a sip of your soul.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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No one will ever ask
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How do we live.
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In the trash killed in the board there.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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There-there no one will ever ask
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How we live through the fog of life.
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In the trash, in the trash killed in the board autumn,
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There, there are only tears of rain on the cheeks.
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Only tears of rain down your cheeks.
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Only tears of rain down your cheeks.
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Only tears of rain down your cheeks. |