Seven man-hours after sleep
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I see, waking up for the first time
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Eyes crumpled with blood
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I kind of became dependent on them
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Olympia with the smell of a fire and your perfume
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Blood on the bedspread, mom in the next bedroom
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Is it passion or love?
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No, you won't know, because I won't go back home
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I will not return home
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I won't go back home!
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I will not return home
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I won't go back home!
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We are ashamed, but you are twice as much
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We walked, as if on a scaffold, along one highway past ...
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Come on, at least one small puff!
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She will take a dream and give me an answer, which is more expensive
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comfort or feeling
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The wind will answer
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She will answer faster: “Take it and give it to people”
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Oh Buddha! |
How many problems from me
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And I try to be myself, and that is better
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Bitches betray with the pretext of time
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I still need someone
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But why be silent?
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Don't betray my thoughts like home
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I shared so much in vain with the wrong person
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Give me back the time of my life, I want to hang
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More with like-minded people than in your house
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Than in your hut (than in this hut)
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Than in your hut (you rest there)
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Than in your house (but we have a different lifestyle, yes)
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I'll erase the memory on the glass of the phone with chalk
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Tenderness without pills and the horizon
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Hanging by the neck in the lighthouse, but not interfering with the light of the sun
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Let them see where to swim (here)
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And I've been here for a long time (for a long time)
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smoky tears
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The forest only hears them,
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And I don't hear him
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I've been here alone for so long |