| Props inside
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| These thoughts stick in the evenings
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| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
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| Let's leave my gray days
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| From dawn to dusk
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| Not a minute to think
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| We are about whether to return back
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| Props inside
|
| These thoughts stick in the evenings
|
| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
|
| Let's leave my gray days
|
| From dawn to dusk
|
| Not a minute to think
|
| We are about whether to return back
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| That first entrance
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| I remember the cold of these places
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| Your hands are no longer warm
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| But there's a gulf between us for the life of me
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| The world is knocking on the door
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| But I'm leaving my house on the threshold
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| It's not the pain that made me weaker
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| But love betrayed me in the corner
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| I just don't know how to explain it all
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| Alei's thoughts return to zero
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| Until I change my mind, I take a taxi
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| Tied my hands to the airport
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| Again she is all the earth from under her feet
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| I will forget about everything and you at the same time
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| Melancholy and gray days
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| Are repeated out of spite
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| Props inside
|
| These thoughts stick in the evenings
|
| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
|
| Let's leave my gray days
|
| From dawn to dusk
|
| Not a minute to think
|
| We are about whether to return back
|
| Props inside
|
| These thoughts stick in the evenings
|
| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
|
| Let's leave my gray days
|
| From dawn to dusk
|
| Not a minute to think
|
| We are about whether to return back
|
| I gave myself a word gave myself a word
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| That I won't be here
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| Drown for love drink this pain
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| People around wanted to jinx us
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| Trouble screamed at me
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| But you always stayed by my side
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| You followed me with your eyes
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| expected back
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| Time made up for each other
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| I was so protective of your lips
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| Flames on the flooded shores
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| Shouted insane
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| Getting into the network
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| You are my copy
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| I am a lion at this moment
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| Fly for the two of us, even if there is no strength
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| Props inside
|
| These thoughts stick in the evenings
|
| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
|
| Let's leave my gray days
|
| From dawn to dusk
|
| Not a minute to think
|
| We are about whether to return back
|
| Props inside
|
| These thoughts stick in the evenings
|
| Melancholy enveloped me
|
| Music heals wounds
|
| Let's leave my gray days
|
| From dawn to dusk
|
| Not a minute to think
|
| We are about whether to return back |