| With your hands on your ears, I see you reading
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| And it doesn’t even matter that everyone can see you
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| In you there is no masquerade, just purity and realness
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| From head to toe discrepancy, unlike anyone here
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| In you there is a fire, your warmth shines onto me
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| I bet you find bestsellers and crimes exactly as unreadable
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| In you I see a lighting, and if it struck me I wouldn’t mind
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| You’re beautiful because you wear your dismay in your smile
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| In you there is no imitation, just a delicate strong mind
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| And with an attitude like that, I believe you can survive
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| In you there is a rose, to harm anyone, you’re too shy
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| But your intentions of revolt are bursting inside
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| In you there is a darksome cloud with a very friendly vibe
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| A gloomy look is simply the most soothing in our time
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| With your hands on your ears, I see you reading
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| And it doesn’t even matter, that everyone can see you
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| In your face I see happiness, with a shimmer of decline
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| I bet your bookshelf looks similar to mine |