| There is no deceit in the sea and music.
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| Silently watch and not a word about the main thing.
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| I can't, but the city is sleeping.
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| I fell out of love with poetry and novels.
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| I would like silence to heal wounds.
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| I am silent in chords.
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| Everyone says that there is no reason.
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| I checked, it's not true.
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| How to run away from yourself
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| Let go of everything about you?
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| But there is no reason, there is no reason
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| Don't say anything, we'll be quiet.
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| No more sticking, no
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| Our fragments are in me.
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| New lines in the palm of your own
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| Without his name, I draw easily with my hand.
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| New lines, from the little finger to the wrist.
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| Just forgive me for being happy without you.
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| Second Verse: Rita Dakota
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| There is no deceit in the sea and music.
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| Salt through the veins - all who remained.
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| You are the extinguished light in me.
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| Tomorrow will come, in the heart of a flat.
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| I don't want you to be hurt
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| So, how do I - here is my answer.
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| You allowed me to hate myself.
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| Only in me there is not a drop of resentment.
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| There are no executioners and enemies, -
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| Every teacher and God.
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| Don't discount all these feelings.
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| Pain to live is also an art.
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| I leave you the right to be a shadow in the crowd.
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| New lines in the palm of your own
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| Without his name, I draw easily with my hand.
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| New lines, from the little finger to the wrist.
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| Just forgive me for being happy without you.
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| New lines in the palm of your own
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| Without his name, I draw easily with my hand.
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| New lines, from the little finger to the wrist.
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| Just forgive me for being happy without you.
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| For being happy without you.
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| For being happy. |