The road has no end
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Ask me about me in the mirror in front of me
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My steps are on solid ground
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I have nothing to lose anymore
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The factor that makes me me is my problem
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I saw that I fell too early
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Let all your tears fall on the ground
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If we are not there, who are you?
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But you are in my heart
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We didn't turn anyone away
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Let me tell you what is blindness
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I looked into your eyes and ate exile
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Get your head out of the window, son
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Everyone bows down but I can't come
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We had dinner with a friend from the same pot
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Doyan stabbed the dagger from the top
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My door is open to all who come
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I have no mood, I'm looking at the curtains
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One day it makes us smile
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We're going to put everyone to bed unintentionally
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Around the corner to the streets
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One cigarette in hand
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Dust on his head walks into tomorrows
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I won't stay with you, my wound will die, don't mind my friend
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Around the corner to the streets
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One cigarette in hand
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Dust on his head walks into tomorrows
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I won't stay with you, my wound will die, don't mind my friend
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I swear I'm with you
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You just don't forget to hug
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I wrote a letter, it's coming soon
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Don't cry while reading the lines
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Today I remembered your february three deaths
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No, I swear I'm not that offended
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Maybe I said your name in my dreams
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Every flower reminds me of your smile
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I have feet in fire
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I didn't sober anything
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What are you, are you the purgatory in my heart
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Forget about me how to call yourself
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There is a murder we are neutral
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Don't let them call me in vain
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I'm determined to leave the neighborhood
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I lost my friend, I'm at a loss
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Around the corner to the streets
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One cigarette in hand
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Dust on his head walks into tomorrows
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I won't stay with you, my wound will die, don't mind my friend
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Around the corner to the streets
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One cigarette in hand
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Dust on his head walks into tomorrows
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I won't stay with you, my wound will die, don't mind my friend
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I'll die, don't mind, I'll die, don't mind, darling
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I'll die, don't mind my friend
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Around the corner to the streets
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One cigarette in hand
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Dust on his head walks into tomorrows
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I won't stay with you, my wound will die, don't mind my friend |