Collecting the last thoughts in a notebook,
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When my city sleeps, I'm like a prisoner of melodies.
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There is no medicine left for endless longing,
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Don't be happy by buying happiness.
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Looking for love drowning in despair
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Blood boils through the veins, we learn to be silent.
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Exhausting our fate, we become imaginary,
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Taking over from the father to pass on to the son.
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The flame burns in the cold winter, fogs,
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Tell me where we draw strength from.
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There is so little left of the real, but still,
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Who will you open your heart to when things get tough?
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Let our past soak up our mistakes
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Your life is from zero or already worn by someone.
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Do not lose yourself behind the screen of a false theater,
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It's not just that we take oaths.
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What the streets gave us will remain sacred,
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You can be clean on the outside, but stained on the inside.
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Just don't try to forget about the main thing,
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What brings you happiness breaks fame.
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The power of good here is heavier than a grin,
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I will see smiles even in an empty hall.
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Maybe I'm going crazy and something happened to me?
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I hear the voice of the quarter from the window.
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What do I value when I wake up in the morning?
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Sometimes sound is enough for human happiness.
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I'll tell my brother for the pain that remains a shadow,
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He will understand everything, only time does not take him away.
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Find warmth without lighting matches,
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Express yourself without words, faith is something personal.
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Human malice is tearing us apart,
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Just learn how to find your happiness.
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Chorus:
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Time will pass like sand
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Life will fly by like a dream.
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Pain will be taken away by water
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You have to be able to dream.
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Time will pass like sand
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Life will fly by like a dream.
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Pain will be taken away by water
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You have to be able to dream. |