Why do beautiful dreams end up being so bland?
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Is to see me lying here with so many disappointments
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Hide sadness and send it to the past and future
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Is it too late to escape to reality now?
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But sitting next to this guy, I feel like I'm still happy
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I'm glad I don't carry over my shoulder full of hatred
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How can he forget his humiliation day and night he remembers more than his name
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Then follow the enemy and stay away from the company
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He told me: This morning complained of a headache
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Last night sleepwalking
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Hear the voice of someone complaining and shouting like the sound of the earth destroying the sky
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Come to love people
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Living in an ephemeral exile
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Hundreds of wrinkles on the forehead for days to find a piece of rice to feed hatred
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I say that it's not easy to forgive people
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It's still easier than forgiving yourself
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A thousand regrets, hundreds of thousands of regrets
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Doesn't make the dead want to come back to life
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I suddenly thought that if I pay off my debt tomorrow, I will only feel more pain
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Like a wild animal that is meaningless now without its prey
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The guy who wandered until the day he found me was embarrassed
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Because I know his enemies have been dead for years
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Once again this morning complaining of a headache |
Last night sleepwalking
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Hear the voice of someone complaining and shouting like the sound of the earth destroying the sky
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Come to love people's bodies, live in an ephemeral exile
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Hundreds of wrinkles on the forehead for days to find a piece of rice to feed hatred
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If this pain died later
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Do you know who you are with?
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Because I've lived day by day with this disaster to get used to damnation
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Oh, that's the end of the story of people who want to take revenge
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Is a glass of good wine, no matter how much you pour, it can't be full
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Hide sadness and send it to the past and future
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Look up and see her enemy standing in the mirror
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Once again this morning, my head hurts
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Last night sleepwalking
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Hear the voice of someone complaining and shouting like the sound of the earth destroying the sky
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Come to love people's bodies, live in an ephemeral exile
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Hundreds of wrinkles on the forehead for days to find a piece of rice to feed hatred |