| Clean the shelf of dust and things we’ve done
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| I’m always asking if the summer will ever come
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| And when the warm sun leaves hints on my skin
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| I feel only heat and wish the winter would come again
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| A leap of faith
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| A constant mistake we never make
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| A sweet routine
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| One day I will gladly leave everything
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| All my thoughts say
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| «Please stay inside, just today
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| Cause you’re so fragile lately, and nobody’s holding on to say:
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| Could you tell me now if we’ve figured out what to do with all our wasted time?
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| I’ll see dark days for the rest of my life
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| And I don’t need to go outside.»
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| Two years and nothing to show
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| Wet scars, chilled to the bone
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| Sore and tired, battered and bruised
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| And I’m still waiting for your barrel to burn
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| A leap of faith
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| A constant mistake we never make
|
| A sweet routine
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| One day I will gladly leave everything
|
| All my thoughts say
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| «Please stay inside, just today
|
| Cause you’re so fragile lately, and nobody’s holding on to say:
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| Could you tell me now if we’ve figured out what to do with all our wasted time?
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| I’ll see dark days for the rest of my life
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| And I don’t need to go outside.» |