| Painted all and spit out
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| Stare at the air in the sound of rain
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| A song & sleep to unknown you
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| Reach out and doubt my lips
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| A crooked oath I write with my bare hand
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| I turn my eyes away and write solitude
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| Hold hands with a shapeless shadow
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| And it always sways us to crush
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| The end of the day pops with the constant
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| Wind and points its finger
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| Erase all and swallow
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| Cleanse my mind under the sound of wind
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| Connect the line that cuts me dead
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| Wait for the quiet and peaceful tomorrow
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| Ahead of the absent life and the erased voice
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| The secret of value goes freely
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| The blank is colorless
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| Hopes flash deep inside the opened eyes
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| I refuse them
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| Conveyed the beloved words and eyes
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| And the fading piece is sinking
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| Run on the laid out road to a dead end
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| Admit a lot, make the all clear sight
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| As my raison d’etre
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| Nameless mind
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| My feeling rides on the scene… |