An empty life and my table again with decorated goblets
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I'm a little drunk because I thought of my father
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I drank for hours, laughed at myself
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He was one of the people I gave up because my father
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Isn't it weird? |
I'm drunk now, get your ears ringing daddy
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I'm pretty tired and hate is pouring out of my hands that you don't hold
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Even if it's just for once, my son too, me, me
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Which glass is that? |
My eyes are always blood wells,
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It's been so long, isn't it? |
Maybe you forgot me too
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Even for once, come, I forgot your scent
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What glass of longing I drank? |
I do not know
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I lost my childhood, make up for it on the streets
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In my youth, it was always under smoke, a beautiful little head
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Oh, I also have a heartache, don't ask him, my father.
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I was comforting myself, maybe time will be a medicine
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Sometimes a piece of green plant was the cure for my problem.
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Sometimes happiness was missing from the blue sky
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But none of them are you, your place is elsewhere in me
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When you left, this pain and sorrow fucked my life
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Sometimes a piece of green plant was the cure for my problem.
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Sometimes happiness was missing from the blue sky
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But none of them are you, your place is elsewhere in me
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When you left, this pain and sorrow fucked my life
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I don't know what I'm writing, all I know is that I'm missing, my father
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And yet, devoid of happiness, I've never seen you smile, man
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You don't understand, do you know what it's like to miss when you're around?
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He loved it so much while he rolled up the cigarette, I just watched
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Every hour of the night, with tea, he would sing a song
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I would bow my head when I looked into my eyes
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I knew his temper because he would get angry and beat him.
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And yet life flowed like this, it left my eyes
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I haven't seen you smile for a day
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Ah, if you only knew what monkeys I've done
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There was no trace of a smile, I wondered what he was saying
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Why did he hate me? |
I understand
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Won't love, won't come in my dreams
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Even if I wait for years, he won't call and kiss me
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If I knew this piece I wrote on behalf of, I wish he would listen
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I used to write like a son, he will sigh when he steals
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Got it, won't love, won't come in my dreams
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Even if I wait for years, he won't call and kiss me
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If I knew this piece I wrote on behalf of, I wish he would listen
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I used to write like a son, he will sigh when he steals |