| The pen has no sin, if the word is over
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| Let it come out if it's worth the eye
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| It's living, I'm burning without breath, I'm without fire
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| May my prayers not make mute God live without you
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| My soul piece, hold my hands
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| Don't let go until you die
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| It is obvious that the right is testing us
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| We make our troubles sleep together
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| Oh my rose bud come and enter my soul
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| Don't go out until you say it's over
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| Look and see next spring
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| We will forget these days
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| My life has no continuation if you leave
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| Let it be my last day if I laugh without you
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| It's living, I'm burning without breath, I'm without fire
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| May my prayers not make mute God live without you
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| My soul piece, hold my hands
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| Don't let go until you die
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| It is obvious that the right is testing us
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| We make our troubles sleep together
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| Oh my rose bud come and enter my soul
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| Don't go out until you say it's over
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| Look and see next spring
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| We will forget these days
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| My soul piece, hold my hands
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| Don't let go until you die
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| It is obvious that the right is testing us
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| We make our troubles sleep together
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| Oh my rose bud come and enter my soul
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| Don't go out until you say it's over
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| Look and see next spring
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| We will forget these days |