The snow is coming and going. |
Melting, melting, melting traces.
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There are millions of us like that here. |
We grow like flowers.
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We play with feelings in order to avoid emptiness for a moment,
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But this world is not predictable, where the glass of a dream breaks.
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This is your home, don't run away from it.
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You will forget about everything, the distance of the hand.
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You can only hear outside the window how your steps crunch.
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Heart beats in a metronome. |
You and I are so close.
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We melt like a dream. |
We melt right in the rain.
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In the predawn horizon, God, small rays.
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We feel everything inside. |
There is no need to lie to each other.
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At least I believe in something, and you believe in something.
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The snow is coming and going. |
Melting, melting, melting traces.
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There are millions of us like that here. |
We grow like flowers.
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We play with feelings in order to avoid emptiness for a moment,
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But this world is not predictable, where the glass of a dream breaks.
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I'm confused by your words - needles,
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And feelings into fragments, but they can not be repeated.
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Our ice has become too thin and we walk along the edge;
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Missed calls, it's so hard to talk.
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They so want our fragments, but they -
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They'll have to wait so long inside.
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Light up like lights in the windows.
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I love it so much that we're alone here;
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Ah, ah, ah, ah. |