Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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I look out the window of a forgotten house
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It makes no sense, you are not there
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Ohm's law is lost in our constitution
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We lost attraction
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I put commas less often, more often dots
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The sounds of a straight barrel have not been heard in my head for a long time
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More like a crooked spine at night
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In the morning I understand, these are all flowers
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I'm all so cool
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All of myself
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But I come home
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And you see me
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Without the masks that society puts on
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Without masks in which we are like vegetables
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Without the colors of the neon lights of the capital
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Without fear, because before you there is nothing to be ashamed of
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Everyone will learn my lyrics for themselves
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Maybe I'm talking about the muse, and maybe about you
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Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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Better kill
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Don't let it rot
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And get yourself a tattoo
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Without heart knocking thread
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Stop bitch whining
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I speak to myself
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I keep singing songs
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In an incomprehensible language
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Your name is in the sand
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I draw with blood
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Cold on the temple
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Can't deal with pain
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Girl from Anapa, my love
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In my heart I already forgave you, forgive me too
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Look for me at night somewhere on the moon
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If I'm not there, then I'm not anywhere
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I'm floating on the ocean, wrapped in a bag,
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But about you was the last thought in my head
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Forgive me for everything
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And stop being angry
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I want to let go
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I don't want to put up
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If you give me your hand
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I'll take her tighter
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Last time I'll call a bitch
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And I will feel better
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Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor
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Gritting my teeth, I draw a parallel between us
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Your lips early in the morning are like caramel to me
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I come at dawn, you won't hear the cradle,
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But we have lost everything, we are empty like watercolor |