it was wrong from the start
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The devil was roaming around my youth
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Memories are worse than lilac leaves
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As if taking an oath in front of the bible, I was scared but I smiled
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You lifted up the corner of my chest and thoroughly destroyed me
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You were calling me with a creepy gesture
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Tunnel made of incorruptible thorny vines
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No one in the world can take you to paradise outside this tunnel
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Including the recorded memories that landed on my old notebook
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A woman's kiss or feelings for the night
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Reversal of forbidden skills or emotions
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They put me in prison
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I only hummed the song sharply
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Lies are the waste of truth, I'm a monster with a pen out
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exhausted waste
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Problems arise when you open the gate of your dreams
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Because of the songs that were buried on the tip of my tongue
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I forgot you in an instant and left again, following the flowers on the road
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I let go of love that was like a stumbling block. |
the pain is over
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Old pain that no anesthesia can forget
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It must have been around last spring, an incurable disease that naturally came like spring fatigue
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The gray horizon, the law of the city, that concrete that will never change
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The wrath of this planet touched by humans
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The only common denominator is extinction. |
the song strangles me
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Instigate my illness and strangle me
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A poem for a poet always strangles
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Showers, God's hands, blades, unforgivable words
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Revolution, Middle Eastern violence, penance, violent addiction
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Tears, memories, candlelight, tears, prayers, libido |