My heart remains half
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Half emphasis, half emotion, half fiction, half yesterday and half question
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My dive is broken, my dive is hard
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No!
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My skin is from flakes…
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A seagull bites death, a cry from the top tone!
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It's like a disease that hurts the liver
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My captivity is offended by their fights with fate
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My courage is carried on the shoulders of corpses
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They didn't die, I died, you weren't there, why are you offended?
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Take this heart-stuck night out of black, come!
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Come away from that white you've reached your old age!
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Be history in your pupils, hear my life!
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The heedless hold a dish to those who burn the spring...
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I surrender my feelings to fate
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Don't minimize my fights just because I'm drowning in grief
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I need to be you in my old age
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Wake up and come quickly, I feel you understand...
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Come before tomorrow, come before my day is up
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Come before I fade, come before the spring burns
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Come without persecution, come without stealing fate...
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Come without dreams, without my blood freezing, without choking my tears, without breaking, without hiccuping!
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Before tomorrow, before my day is done, before fate steals
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Get up! |
Come before spring burns…
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Come right now!
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take my dark
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Unwrap the blind, plunge into your poverty
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Look, the institution has tied me inside and out; |
destroyed Taj Mahal
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As long as you stay with me, stay guilty by my side
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My void is exhausted, cut out the libo
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Yes it's written in my life that I'm running with your truth
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I've seen the scumbag that I've been talking about
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Look, it was understood with your absence that everywhere stinks...
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my drunkenness…
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My city is under water and I'm a tramp and I'm a river
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Mixed with alcohol but still competent
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I have an idea, a shape, a dawn, a poison, come!
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Steal your redness to the clouds, to the hopes born with the dawn, to the coffins that smell of life
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Understand that I took refuge in the broken ones in my soul...
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Come now, before I forget my troubles
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The tramp makes a promise
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It's not a crime, it's my truth
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Who to bury in a sea of lies, aren't the buildings made of sand?
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Like a stray eye
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It's not a crime, it's my truth
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I put the sounds in my empty suitcase, aren't the roads asphalt?
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I'm there soon
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My soul making up its sentences is not an abstract request, I am there with you!
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A handful of wheat that you scatter with your hand
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I'm on the left of a smoke that I escaped into your lungs
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And the love…
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Now a pocket money for souls
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And my left and right are uncertain, so my one game
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Come, get the bone out of my throat
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Because the golden age of this generation will begin when you come...
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Come before tomorrow, come before my day is up
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Come before I fade, come before the spring burns
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Come without persecution, come without stealing fate...
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Come without dreams, without my blood freezing, without choking my tears, without breaking, without hiccuping!
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Before tomorrow, before my day is done, before fate steals
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Get up! |
Come before spring burns… |