my dry throat
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They are waiting at the mouth of the road
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If they ask me one day, you will be silent.
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Your hand is bloody because bro, this is the iron door.
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What longing is in the nature of the crime
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The mercy of the poor is usurped
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sedge in hand
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Tears in your eyes that have always waited
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mourn on your back
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One day these people will kick the scales
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We are witnesses to the hustle and bustle
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You will present first
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I will realize from my voice that I am getting old
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Or that I wrote every song with the intention of farewell
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Crumbs will be left for you from my ugly pleasures, my loves
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And it will be lonely
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If you don't hear the people who burn more than you burn
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How will you be friend
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Such a handful of debt remains on us.
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And an optimistic rose blooms in the parks
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yesterdays to be forgotten
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There are days to live
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There are such days
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Believe
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wasted life
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don't say go
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We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
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We fell for the applause
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So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
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A dream is hidden in your eyes
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There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore
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We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
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We fell for the applause
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So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
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A dream is hidden in your eyes
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There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore
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Plus I always told you, you know
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I said that it has no language
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he has no one
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There's no dream of joy
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He said drop your shoulder
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Neither poem nor song
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No, something happened.
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It's not like that, there must be a solution
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Have we lost our sleep all night?
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Think of people who have suffered and wiped their eyes
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shattered dream
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yesterdays to be forgotten
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There are days to live
|
There are such days
|
Believe
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Don't say it was a wasted life
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We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
|
We fell for the applause
|
So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
|
A dream is hidden in your eyes
|
There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore
|
We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
|
We fell for the applause
|
So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
|
A dream is hidden in your eyes
|
There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore
|
What love within the current order
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Everything you're consoling is fake, it's true
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what's left
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I have a life that I dream of and fears that I am ashamed of
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While I gave my heart
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While understanding a people
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Insomnia is yours now
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They clear their consciences
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If you are hungry, plunder is now considered a rebellion.
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It is a mother's farewell, true hijran definition
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Winning is dirty, let's lose, we remain human
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Think of a big table in the middle of the neighborhood
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in the middle of the world
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The suns grow above us then
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Your bourgeois dreams remain after lies
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How much power do good songwriters have left?
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I stole you these flowers from the cemetery
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I lay beside the multinational solitudes
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The sky is very starry
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yesterdays to be forgotten
|
There are days to live
|
There are such days
|
Believe
|
Don't say it was a wasted life
|
We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
|
We fell for the applause
|
So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
|
A dream is hidden in your eyes
|
There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore
|
We always stayed in the snow winter of shame
|
We fell for the applause
|
So tired, we woke up to bad mornings
|
A dream is hidden in your eyes
|
There is neither going nor expected tomorrows anymore |