| Experiencing consciousness about you, I think torn and wounded about you.
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| And I exist convincingly in the role of myself for others.
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| How much fun is around, but there are no happy ones, lidocaine dawn wanders in me,
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| Lidocaine wanders in me dawn. |
| Life protests.
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| Chorus:
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| Type my name in Google, read the miles of crap,
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| What else in this damn world will they tell you about me.
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| But please, hear, please, agree to the last meeting.
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t anymore, spring kisses are slashing on my cheeks.
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| Forests burn with a dome of gold and copper, if you don’t love it, don’t endure it, leave it,
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| If you don’t love it, don’t endure it anymore, I know how difficult it is.
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| If it opens, do not dare to regret anything, let the sky be a third closer to me,
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| Let the sun be better to burn on it than to suffocate.
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| Chorus:
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| Type my name in Google, read the miles of crap,
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| What else in this damn world will they tell you about me.
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| But please, hear, please, agree to the last meeting.
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t anymore, spring kisses are slashing on my cheeks.
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| Solo.
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| Chorus:
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| Type my name in Google, read the miles of crap,
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| What else in this damn world will they tell you about me.
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| But please, hear, please, agree to the last meeting.
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| I can’t, I can’t, I can’t anymore, spring kisses are slashing on my cheeks.
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| Type my name in Google, read the miles of crap,
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| What else in this damn world will they tell you about me. |