The stone is sharpened by gentle water
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All I wanted
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Everything I was looking for
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Wrapped carelessly trembling hand
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Everything I found
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And what did you lose
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Like a chick I didn't know
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What do the eyes hide in the web of eyelashes
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And I also looked for warmly dying birds in the hands of strangers
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NO they won't find me, they won't recognize me
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The wind blows away my traces
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I am bare snow - cold snow
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NO I didn't mean to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood
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Sliding down from the eyelids onto the white snow
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Rain washes dried paint
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My skin is scarred by your caress hand
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Carries them away in frozen water dissolving
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Only weaving stars into colored patterns
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No, they won't find him, they won't recognize him
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No trace of it the wind blows away
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The sand mask disappeared from the face
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And the air, frozen, became sticky and viscous
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I do not have time
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I close my eyes
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And I don't understand where I'm disappearing
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NO they won't find me, they won't recognize me
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The wind blows away my traces
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I am bare snow - cold snow
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NO I didn't mean to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood
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Sliding down from the eyelids onto the white snow
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The rain washes away the dried paint
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My skin is scarred by your caress hand
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Carries them away in frozen water dissolving
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Only weaving stars into colored patterns
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No, they won't find him, they won't recognize him
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No trace of it the wind blows away
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Not! |
Not! |
Not! |
Not!
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Not! |
He didn't want to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood
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No, he didn't die, he shot into the sky
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A silver bullet to where he wasn't.
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No, they won't find me, they won't recognize me,
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The wind blows my grandfathers,
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I am bare snow, cold snow,
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I didn't want to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood
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Sliding down from the eyelids onto the white snow...
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No, I didn't die, I shot into the sky
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Silver bullet to where I haven't been
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No, I didn't die, no, I didn't die
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Silver bullet, silver bullet...
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NO they won't find me, they won't recognize me
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The wind blows away my traces
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I am bare snow - cold snow
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NO I didn't mean to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood
|
Sliding down from the eyelids onto the white snow
|
The rain washes away the dried paint
|
My skin is scarred by your caress hand
|
Carries them away in frozen water dissolving
|
Only weaving stars into colored patterns
|
No, they won't find him, they won't recognize him
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No trace of it the wind blows away
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No, they won't find me, they won't recognize me,
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The wind blows away my traces...
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No, I didn't mean to hurt
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Your tears are diluted with blood.
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The rain washes away the dried paint
|
My skin is scarred by your caress hand
|
Carries them away in frozen water dissolving
|
Only weaving stars into colored patterns
|
No, they won't find him, they won't recognize him
|
No trace of it the wind blows away
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No, they won't find me, they won't recognize me... |