-Hello!
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- You, too, health.
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I came to share the pain.
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- What kind of pain do you have?
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- Sharp. |
This is the tip of the iceberg, my past.
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White sun, I don't dream
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And that river is now alone. |
My family believes in God
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And I, as if God himself, is the very first word.
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I see people who have left us.
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They are silent, not taking their eyes off.
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Oaths in chorus: "You have lost faith and that world woven by God."
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I hear the voices of people, they scare me, tell me what is it?
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Here. |
And I don't know.
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The moon is full, the confession is long.
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My days are grated with ropes.
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I want to tell, open my soul,
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But in order to hear, you need to listen.
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-I don't understand you well.
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-Who are the parents? |
and who opened the world to you, that you were fed up?
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-Father of the thirties, mother Love,
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Mother's mother is sick, and her blood flows in me,
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blurring the lines in the sea of my visions.
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And we breathed last year's snow.
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Down the stairs quietly. |
And the world seemed bigger than it is.
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Violet shadows, a memory stele or a marble bust of diseases.
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Yellow paint used to be black
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And I was pure, the voice of my soul.
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In anticipation, pour water, spring will come to us, with green colors.
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How can you lose faith if you didn't have it?
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- It's like being heaven, son.
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This world has never been mine.
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And we sailed into the forests across the sky, away from people.
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But inside we found nothing but children's words.
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- Say a prayer quickly. |
And I will leave.
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Cold warms the hearts of three.
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Washed away clear edges
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a rough heart scratches outward, asks to be let out.
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Sharp razors cut the flesh inside,
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And I asked for mercy: "Let me out."
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Washed away clear edges
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a rough heart scratches outward, asks to be let out.
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Sharp razors cut the flesh inside,
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And I asked for mercy: "Let me out."
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Sleeping. |
Pharmacies saw off young ladies.
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But we didn't melt there.
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I never wanted to be lonely.
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I know it's silly to whine like that, seething.
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After the temple of thought in the sky:
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How could I have absorbed a genius demon over the years?
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Run from fear, although you need to be afraid of yourself,
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Bending in lines.
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Talk to me.
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I know exactly where the rivers flow, but no one believes.
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I want to write words only for the soul,
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I want to return my friends and not rush anywhere.
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I betrayed and was weak
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threw, wanted to leave the world forever.
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Lived under the names of heroes, and fell so deep
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and it seemed to me that I would hide there.
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He wanted wives of friends, envied,
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in his thoughts he killed, cursing this world.
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My pain is in these words.
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I never told anyone, you know first.
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Before the eyes of the names, tears will shed.
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I owe you endlessly.
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He stood up slowly to the sound of a bell.
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And I saw my father's tears.
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Washed away clear edges
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a rough heart scratches outward, asks to be let out.
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Sharp razors cut the flesh inside,
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And I asked for mercy: "Let me out."
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Washed away clear edges
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a rough heart scratches outward, asks to be let out.
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Sharp razors cut the flesh inside,
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And I asked for mercy: "Let me out." |