The fight ended with sound through the air
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There were wrong words, but it's too late
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You catch up with me, you catch up with me
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stop me
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No words no gestures no dreams no songs
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Do not forget things, you have become small for me, alas
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(you have become too small for me, alas)
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Pavement in the dust, thoughts in the fog
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Forget who you were, think about who you are now
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(think who you have become now)
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The last train was going to our station with you
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If I cry, I turn my eyes away
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I don't remember what you said to me
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I remember the train came, a thunderstorm began
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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I warm my hands through closed glass
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Wires buzzed, water flowed, minor played
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Trying to forget everything, maybe wine will help me
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Maybe that's the way it should be
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My new chance died from the scars of the previous one
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I can't catch up with him running on foot
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We have lost the threads of the webs
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Devoted to the routine of everyday paintings
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The last train was going to our station with you
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If I cry, I turn my eyes away
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I don't remember what you said to me
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I remember the train came, a thunderstorm began
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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Wipe my tears on my sleeve, in my hand an empty glass
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I'm crying, fool, it's hard for a fool to be alone without a fool
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And it seems there is a new chapter in life, but
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves
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You smell so strongly on my sleeves |