| The sky cries when the people leave
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| And if the difficulty has not passed, then ... we go around.
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| Aside from all these ridiculous excuses.
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| They didn't mean to understand. |
| so fucking sorry...
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| Everyone has their own way and their own way...
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| And if we don't get along, then we'll part ways...
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| I will open the windows and scream at the whole neighborhood
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| I will betray all my pain by losing my girlfriend again.
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| But it doesn't hurt so much to let go of your loved ones
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| It's just that my heart aches, and I will grit my teeth with a smile
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| I'll turn around, walk away, and only then will I cry
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| We were not close and frank, which means ...
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| One day I'll just put everything in its place.
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| And then you will not immediately guess who was a friend, who was an enemy to you.
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| it hurts bitch to realize the truth.
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| accept as it is and let go, smiling
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| Be happy all my friends...
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| Let imaginary, but I understood everything ...
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| And let happiness cover you with warmth
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| While I go far
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| Chorus:
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| If the sky above your head closes the clouds,
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| So it will be better... easier to let go
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| Someone was maybe the best friend,
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| But alas, I did not reach the end with you ...
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| I stopped believing in miracles... well, really...
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| And I live today on the edge of a knife...
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| So slowly, carefully step by step
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| I step on the edge, afraid of losing everything
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| Who are you? |
| And who are you? |
| For me?
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| Opened the reverse side of the medal...
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| I did not hurt, and I was there
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| You left on your own, so you wanted to...
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| And all my music and people around
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| They couldn't spoil what they call friendship.
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| Yes... so be it. |
| haha… calmed down already
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| Now I will outline a new plot for people
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| So true and from life, real
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| By the way, what's in the box? |
| I am still alive...
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| I'll see what the news showed there ...
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| I'll divert my thoughts, thanks already, that's enough
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| Bye bye bye bye... or see you soon
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| The world is round, but big, maybe I'll meet again
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| We'll catch our glances or we won't notice
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| Like... well, like offended children... straight |