| Here i lay on the broken glass
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| It hurts like shapes of past
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| This is right the way
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| That i used to say
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| «please, please calm down
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| Cause
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| Nobody hears all the stories and
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| Nobody hears all the voices and
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| Nobody hears all the sounds you fear, so
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| Can you reveal them?»
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| What if i have disappeared?
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| What if i have gone forever?
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| Look at me, am i still here?
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| Or maybe i have gone forever
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| Here i lay all the mornings after
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| And i wonder how did i get there
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| This is my mistake
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| I don’t want to take
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| All the responsibilities and be
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| Someone who hears all the stories and
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| Someone who hears all the voices and
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| Someone who fears all the sounds he hears but
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| I can’t reveal them
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| What if i have disappeared?
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| What if i have gone forever?
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| Look at me, am i still here?
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| Or maybe i have gone forever, gone forever |