Come on, go about your business, we're different these days
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We are thinking, what are we doing here now?
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We will tell you if we find it, but the situation is bad.
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If we stop for a while, we will recover, but I have little hope
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You take care of your business as if we don't exist
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Every day I reset myself around nine o'clock
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I say that I am in ner while you sleep like a pig
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Irresponsibility is now more of a game than a problem for us
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Come on, don't tire us out for free
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We have to survive in order to die someday
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Anyway, staying sober is the hardest job in this world.
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And you're bothering us, something like this can't hurt us
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Come on, look at your business, we are in our noses
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It's spring outside, we care too much
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Wounds are no longer on our skin but in our souls
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We woke up from our sleep and we are very sleepy
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It's not the one who decides what to do and how to do it.
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It's hard to breathe, it's hard to find a cure as autumn approaches
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Cover our faces, snow will fall on our lives
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Come on, go about your business, my hazel eyes
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You don't have a past, just fight and get your money back
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You couldn't make a love, you look blind all these years
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What kind of arrangement work is it from an apartment to a shantytown?
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flow of your life
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We clung to him and asked, look, this is a challenge
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«What is your face, which is forcibly washed every morning with a bar of soap in my callused hands?
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free of dirt?»
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Come on, let me enjoy your job
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I'm out of my mind, out of balance
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Let the color of war fade, your most magnificent painting
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Keep your mouths straight if we smack the most despicable lies
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From the unknown, the unknown
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As we speak, my wife and you also mind your business
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If you're drowning, you'll drink alcohol pure in the corners
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Those who make the cleanest living are covered in shit!
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It's not the one who decides what to do and how to do it.
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It's hard to breathe, it's hard to find a cure as autumn approaches
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Cover our faces, snow will fall on our lives
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Now I wake up when I used to go to bed
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I'm tying my tie now before my shoes
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Waiting for my little shuttle in the east of my homeland
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I'm going back to my factory settings at nine o'clock in the morning
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If hope is gone, I renew myself
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I turned the obstacle I defined into a teaching
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"Turn back!" |
to the voice that said, "Look at your work!" |
I say
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There's a promise I made to myself I remember every morning
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Snow-covered roads, Ağrı Patnos minus twenty-four
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Heat it up, not the heater, cover it up with your dream
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It welcomes hands that are cold at home
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Flirting while you're rooming with frosted glass
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I want it to be perfect as a result of my fight
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I wrote four stanzas tonight, I'm not left for tomorrow
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Because that day has been black on the horizon since today
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The account of my life that I deserve has been paid
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It's not the one who decides what to do and how to do it.
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It's hard to breathe, it's hard to find a cure as autumn approaches
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Cover our faces, snow will fall on our lives |