| Like nobody understands, like nobody hears
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| Nobody knocks on your door, nobody knows, right?
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| No matter how much the sun goes down, it still rises
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| Hopelessness is not for you, hold grudge
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| Whoever came and went, you deleted whatever anyone said
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| As I closed the doors you pushed me into the dark
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| You did it yourself, after all, you were the only one again
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| Don't find realm, goodwill is the strongest elixir
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| Your old pictures in your silent hand now
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| Nameless silhouettes and the depths of your mind
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| In fact, life is the balance of existence and non-existence.
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| One day the winds will fill his sail
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| Write they don't understand! |
| They are blind, you look!
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| In spite of the faces sinking in the mud, your forehead is white
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| A few steps up the stairs
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| Before the time runs out, all you need is to live!
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| There's still time, there's still wars
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| There is still the sun and I have goals
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| My wars have just begun
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| There's still time, there's still wars
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| I still have my breaths
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| My wars have just begun
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| I tried to hold one side of life
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| Even though my eyes are blind, the sun is in front of you
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| Even though the hole I'm buried in deepens
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| Even though my efforts bleed to come out, all my nails
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| I forced my patience with blows
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| I still have the lines in the desire for happiness
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| Remember friends, remember friends
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| The heartbeats of the rhythm in my palm…
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| Living slowly, despite the speed of the world
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| Take a breath and get away from the hustle and bustle
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| Each breakup is already several million deaths
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| Then it starts all over again
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| Get up now! |
| Look real as close as a mirror!
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| What is real you and real?
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| Forget despair is too early for him
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| Your heart is still beating and while there is still time
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| There's still time, there's still wars
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| There is still the sun and I have goals
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| My wars have just begun
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| There's still time, there's still wars
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| I still have my breaths
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| My wars have just begun
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| Everything returns to the beginning, everything turns to waste
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| It all starts again, it ends again
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| It lights up again, goes out again, everything
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| It starts again, it ends again...
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| We raise the sun from the west today
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm
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| Heartbeats of rhythm in my palm |