Today is different!
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Like a mud orgy of a gangrenous hand
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Like the privacy of a naive who thinks white is a clean slate
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The cellar of an exhaust that sees the world fresh
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Like the art of the ugliest ahsen
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Today!
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Cinnamon root, which I throw in tea to taste
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A little lemon peel and a little clove!
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Those butts that smell in the ashtray are just
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The blooming tulip in my ass, where he told me that I lived like that!
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Today!
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Where my foot goes in an automatic transmission car
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a clutch gap
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drunkenness of death
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The emptiness of love, which feels beautiful even though it is detonated
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The cowardice of a cunning person who turns this into capital.
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Today!
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Meteor strikes my arrogant world
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My grandfather still thinks I am a meatballhorse that he gives his pocket money to.
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I understand today when I ask myself
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I've always been entrusted to fate, it's hard to tell
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Today!
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the days go by
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(Look look) The rain is stopping
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(Earth) Dead loves, again burying souls with mud
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(Woah) He knows he's dead, the blind hump pushes his destiny
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(Coward) He crouches in his corner, fate hits his forehead. |
(What a pity)
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Going like diving into a sea!
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Like getting on a ship
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To go as if searching for a heart!
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Like ripping off a destiny
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My arrogance is not a broken glass, why does it cut off courage?
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My soul is not a cowardly soul, why am I a bondage to fate?
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Yes today!
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To meet the truth and face yourself
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To be defeated by the city of Istanbul fed by your tears
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Losing one's identity in a street that smells of factory waste
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So get beat up murderously by all the lies
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damn!
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This is the lead of the pride I ate
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Destiny will pollute my horizon and then call the Azrael and say shoot and shoot.
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I know, I owe my dreams
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'Cause today is the first time I see you with a knife in your hand
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My optimistic neighbor whose name is Umut
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Leaving everything that consumes me today
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Injecting myself even in blood
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My future is to smile today without knowing what it is
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But it's time to say that you can feel the truth. |
(Huh!)
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My alcoholic mouth is a bit emotional
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My mind, which writes disaster scenarios, is cowardly and fictional
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I know I'm a liar when I face myself
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Here it is today!
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Judgments ask which of us is the truth
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Today!
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the days go by
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(Look look) The rain is stopping
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(Earth) Dead loves, again burying souls with mud
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(Woah) He knows he's dead, the blind hump pushes his destiny
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(Coward) He crouches in his corner, fate hits his forehead. |
(What a pity)
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Going like diving into a sea!
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Like getting on a ship
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To go as if searching for a heart!
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Like ripping off a destiny
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My arrogance is not a broken glass, why does it cut off courage?
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My soul is not a cowardly soul, why am I a bondage to fate? |