"Nice to meet you"
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The big eyes
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I saw me straight while shaking
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That's still 14 hulls
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Then every day until today
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"I've been listening to your voice all the time"
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What should I say now? |
Crispy face of a lost child
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Thank you for her so much that I didn't have to say it
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It's fun today
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Only "voice" from long ago
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Something about a childhood friend
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Somewhere only my time
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Just a circle in the same place
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I felt like I was stopped drawing
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It's now 21 hulls
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Reply to an old letter
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He held it in his chest
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I'm glad she played a rock band
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I'm not wrong, I just think like that now
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The true intention that has exposed the dream that I wrote without an address without shame
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You received it and warmed it up without throwing it away
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We got to know more than the friends next door
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Without even knowing the name
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We say every day, every night
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Rain, sunny, storm, snow
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It seems that he talked without getting bored
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Sometimes hate away
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After a time of non-communication
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But in the end he came back
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Even if no one around you listens
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Even if the trendy song flows
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I said I had this song
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I'm glad she came to a rock band
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I couldn't even talk to her
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I had so much thoughts with you
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I'm really glad she came to a rock band
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An awkward confession that seems to have lengthened the state of the reopening heart
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I sown the roses in the world that I kept writing
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She easily flew in the wind and she was quickly wiped out
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But you received it and didn't throw it away
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He picked up my voice, which is smaller than the wind
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Fly away, sing a song
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The true intention that has exposed the dream that I wrote without an address without shame
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The hope that she ran with the spilled awkward ugliness
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She continued to write for more than 10 years, she and the girl appeared in front of her
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She appeared with a letter reply in her hands, eyes, and her chest. |