| Need to surround myself with
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| Beautiful things in the hope they help
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| I turn my good side to the sun
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| Its healing vibes, they burn inside out
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| I’m not quite ready yet since I remember and still forget
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| One year of slightly losing track
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| I wasted much I cannot get back
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| As frail as life between the trees
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| I’m grey as light sends its good deeds
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| I cannot think of a greater pain
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| If it had to be felt in one day
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| No witness standing to tell the story
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| I look at myself from outside my body
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| Out in the open my wound’s still hot
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| From when I remembered and then forgot
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| I cannot think of a greater pain
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| If it had to be felt in one day
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| No witness standing to tell the story
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| I look at myself from outside my body
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| Out in the open my wound’s still hot
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| That’s what you get when you’re trying too hard
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| I look at myself from outside my body
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| Out in the open my wound’s still hot
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| From when I remembered and then forgot |