| How many dreams did you catch? |
| I'm a few but abstract
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| Someone cuts his arm with the sharpness of a razor, writes on his arm
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| I write on my leaves, not on my body
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| I always write thinking of that little boy
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| He was not happy at all and shy in front of the mirror
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| Power packed into a weak body
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| It's hard for me to smell good from rubbing my nose (yeah)
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| It took time to hit the crane's eye
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| My target was also the target of others, what's wrong with my job?
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| Who made up all this? |
| Mouths that bend and give advice are stinky
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| The smiles of my acquaintances are recorded in my memory
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| Don't give a fake smile, it's instantly recognizable
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| You're a feeble warrior next to the power of the devil
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| Don't try to be an angel, you're such a stranger to evil
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| Life is over for you today, but tomorrow?
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| If you don't want to be punched, hide your taste, slap
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| The sun is cold, the rain is hot, or sometimes with those who do not experience your pain Time to stop
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| massacre already
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| We are all responsible, everyone has a fault
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| It expires or comes across
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| For this reason, your eyes will cry, your head will hit the wall, it's a pity there are so many friends.
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| There is so much difference between what we believe
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| We are all responsible, everyone has a fault
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| It expires or comes across
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| For this reason, your eyes will cry, your head will hit the wall, it's a pity there are so many friends.
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| There is so much difference between what we believe |