| Your stalk is lacking sap
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| Like your dry leaves
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| What will your dreams become
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| If your shine and beauty disappears?
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| Who was the love who could
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| Not feed your roots
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| Who is the gardener
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| Who has sown this field full of death trees?
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| What do you feel
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| When you open your leaves
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| To all those poor men?
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| YOu need this to value yourself
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| Cause you’re empty
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| Are you sure that this is the life you want to
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| Live?
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| (Yes you, come here, this night will be special
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| One and also your last regret…)
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| You are a lonely man who lost his course
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| Don’t believe this night will be a special one
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| Don’t listen to his voice
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| Don’t listen to him you know that…
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| (Why don’t you accept this is your condition
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| You have no choice your roots don’t let you move)
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| And I’m not going to fall into your clutches
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| …This is not your condition
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| You have a choice
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| Your life is only yours
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| Don’t listen to him
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| You have a choice
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| Cause I understand now that my life is led
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| Astray is not my way
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| Could nocturnal flowers see a new dawn?
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| Can they believe in themselves?
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| And restart
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| What do you feel
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| When you open your leaves
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| To all those poor men?
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| You need this to value yourself
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| Cause you’re empty
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| Are you sure that this is the life you want to
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| Live? |