Mom, I can hear your heartbeat
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The sound of bombs and screams
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The song is fast
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The rhythm is very fast
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his second head
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I hear someone shouting
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What crime?
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Mom, this is a rumor
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Alcohol is not bad for the fetus
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smoke a cigarette
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Have you ever slacked off?
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I have a hanging umbilical cord
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Let them say that the child is not dead
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Me and suicidal ideation
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The story of the 1960s
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Mom, I wanted to break your heart
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With its broken glass
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Let me tear the vein in your hand
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You told dad, the kid kicked again
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I heard sighs and moans
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helplessness
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Some are weak and some are clear
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Even human invention
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Hajj and Vojj
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From the work of the creator
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abuse
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Straight and simple bar
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New chains thinking about broken chains
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The gun rises from the stench of the carcass
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Who made us?
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It is a sin to protest
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He said a simple slogan, long live garbage
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I'm tired, I'm tired
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But I heard the voice of the wave that said
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Salmon gather behind Johar Dam
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That's why I clenched my fists
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I was born
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I think you are wrong
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What sane person does this?
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It is interesting, he said that your child will be born on the 19th
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I said since when, men
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Do they predict for women?
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I was totally angry
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It is so sad
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We also say, but he should see for himself
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Did you pack your suitcase?
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Both people who have children
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Mother and father are not
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But you deserve these titles and more
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Mom before
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I did not intend this
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I will disrespect you
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not at all
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I was angry
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I became a little selfish
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Not from you
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from the world
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which was never sweet to my taste
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I used to drink alcohol from the glass
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Be confused and take the bitterness of the world
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How old are you now?
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I am not an alcoholic
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A spoiled child
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I didn't talk and thought more
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to many things
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For example, the beard or the root?
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An apple to an apple tree?
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Or an apple tree connected to an apple?
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You saw the night instead of studying
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drowning in my rhythm
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Seventeen and eighteen were not more healthy and progress
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It made me angry
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I preferred the table to the bench
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And this situation made me an enemy
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I took a sharp knife and gathered the team
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I made peace with scavengers and war with lions
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The police would arrest me
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And sometimes until morning
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Five and a half, sheesh
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We were spinning
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Empty cup, cold food on the table
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Where is Sorush? |
Soroush was late
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Maybe these things made you old
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I want to go and stand in the bread line
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I will keep it
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You go up the ladder
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Do you remember we were together on Thursday night?
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Shall we go to your head in the morning?
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Dad, I am still in front of you
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I kiss you from afar
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The agent around our house as you wish
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His mother is upset, worried... it's hard for the mother
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Sin Jina that started and the case of Sorosho Ordan
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The judge himself told Sorush
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I myself like your voice and this
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Come on, sing a hymn
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What else can Soroush say?
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There is no one after prostration
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One faces the Qiblah
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You said and I was late
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Different opinions under one roof
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Your relationship teaches me and teaches me
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Your memory is always alive
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Your father is traveling, his father is busy
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Always a city
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You said not to interfere in the work of the elder
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I stood staring at the door
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I'm still curious
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I am 30 years old and still young
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You said during the meal that many people are in need
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My conscience woke up, did not sleep
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I found my way
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It turned black, don't shine
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Sun
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The moon at night is dark and bright
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I made a pact, I will not dry up
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Still nothing left on my plate
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nice to meet you
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If you are familiar with Iran, it's easy
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It's a world
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We can't get enough of you
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I hope you will be healthy until the next meeting |