39. I'm drowning in a whirlpool
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Don't throw hints, I still don't understand them
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So hold you, don't hold you, it's so deep
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My goal is to escape into the darkness
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In order not to see their eyes in the crowd
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Get on the right track
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There is no air to breathe here
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I will run away from the frame
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They put sticks in the wheels
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I was not sweet
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But I run to my plateau
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To give a blessing
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Will wash away those blackhole stains
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Works wonders in me
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I don't want to crawl out into the light
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I have nothing
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Except music and cigarettes
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Through the forest surface
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I risk losing you
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I'm painting a still life again
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But the succubus says to start again
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I don't want to change anything
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You are beautiful and so
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You framed me
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Looks like I need to start again
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I rake in my palms, all our plans
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Peacefully lurk in the wild, calmly
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Flow into anabolic between fingers and tortured looks
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I don't see glass borders, my water utility is
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This is grief. |
The weather will return with a satisfied breath to the pier. |
Subsides, but cutting colitis
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And waiting on the platform
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She knows the passwords, landmark at the ready
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But Cupid is in a stupor of share, love is far from mysteriously echoing
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Where is the lost domain, screens
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We were blocked with you, so early
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Raising the foot in space, so wants to stay sick on an ongoing basis
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Your fairy tales will soon shovel me and there will be a hateful impulse,
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and the turtle will close all our moans in a hiding place. |
I will share you for centuries - again
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let's repeat. |
It is not right. |
Climbed into the ring
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Are you in a couple? |
then farewell, se la vie. |
Put dynamite at the entrance. |
They will rediscover you
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to hate is the cycle of brotherly love. |
About a case that is not justified and ...
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Through the forest surface
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I risk losing you
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I'm painting a still life again
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But the succubus says to start again
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I don't want to change anything
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You are beautiful and so
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You framed me
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Looks like I need to start again |