And I sang to them about love
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Clinking glasses until dawn
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broken lanterns
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Nearby are wolves and enemies
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The anger inside cannot be hidden
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The whole soul is like in a knife
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Strings fingers burned
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This pain can't be buried
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And I sang to them about love
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Clinking glasses until dawn
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broken lanterns
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Nearby are wolves and enemies
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The anger inside cannot be hidden
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The whole soul is like in a knife
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Strings fingers burned
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This pain can't be buried
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This movie is as cold as the north
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Outside the poplar window and the view is gray
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In my head the autumn wind
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Scribbles a couple of poems
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About the fact that life is not a jar of jam
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About how souls become stale from money
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That there are more sins than redemptions
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Give us a chance and a drop of luck
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Roads ache, crowns shine
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Boys bury boys
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They were tearing their teeth towards a dream, but they are silent in the damp earth
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Shoulder straps leaving a hanger in the hemmed papers
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We will pray with our hearts to the ground for them
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In the hope that their sin will be forgiven
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Brother keep your tongue on your teeth
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And I sang to them about love
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Clinking glasses until dawn
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broken lanterns
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Nearby are wolves and enemies
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The anger inside cannot be hidden
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The whole soul is like in a knife
|
Strings fingers burned
|
This pain can't be buried
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And I sang to them about love
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Clinking glasses until dawn
|
broken lanterns
|
Nearby are wolves and enemies
|
The anger inside cannot be hidden
|
The whole soul is like in a knife
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Strings fingers burned
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This pain can't be buried
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And carousels creak outside the window
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Singing a lullaby tune
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Garlands shine on neighboring walls,
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But today is not Christmas Eve at all
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Gray mice scratch at the door
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They just don't care what day of the week
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Killed by mourning or in bed
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Gilt their pocket with mood
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After all, hungry mouths are waiting for them at home
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They ask for candy, they ask for halva
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So dad will put bracelets on the neighbor
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Dropping the stars into a glass
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And to hell with this soul, what a sad motive
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Fate, like a child, stains canvases
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Hope in one thing that God will forgive you
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Don't forget all your sins, pray
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And I sang to them about love
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Clinking glasses until dawn
|
broken lanterns
|
Nearby are wolves and enemies
|
The anger inside cannot be hidden
|
The whole soul is like in a knife
|
Strings fingers burned
|
This pain can't be buried
|
And I sang to them about love
|
Clinking glasses until dawn
|
broken lanterns
|
Nearby are wolves and enemies
|
The anger inside cannot be hidden
|
The whole soul is like in a knife
|
Strings fingers burned
|
This pain can't be buried |