I have no light in the past
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The moon has waned for me
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It says new but I see it erased
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In the dark there are no colors
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it will always be like this
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Leaving the house for the terrace
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So much sun only makes you blind
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With what I see from a closed view
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It's a pocket complaint
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Sadness of pocket
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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Without seeing water on the horizon
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I think of everything until it's nothing
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I forget and I don't know if the source
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There are slime on the wall
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For having life or being stopped
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now I'm going to shut this body up
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I no longer ask for what is missing
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For not having what is missing
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And now
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And now |