I don't want to look at the stars
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I got lost in loneliness.
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I'm late, although where should I hurry now.
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White snow, this city and winter -
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Apparently this is not my story.
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Morning wise, let it decide everything for us.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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Stop thinking and stop suffering
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Happy and will no longer work.
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Time heals, although of course, alas, not all.
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The colors will wash off and smear
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For some reason it just seems to me
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It’s not even worth figuring out where the laughter is, where the sin is.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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none of your business… none of your business… none of your business…
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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It's none of your business that my body
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Melting is not in your hands.
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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none of your business… none of your business… none of your business…
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This is only a body, and the soul flies into the clouds.
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Flies into the clouds. |