A friend of mine searched for the light, loitering in the dark
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While I'm dipping the spoon in my hot soup at home
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Darkness camouflaged each other and the situation was bad
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The lights tanned the others, the skin was dead
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She never cried after someone had her heart repaired
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My other friend hasn't spoken since his last pile.
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They say: "The knife did not open his mouth."
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My other friend went against God, his back did not straighten again.
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Thankfully the weather was warm on my day
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He finally came to mercy in this last blind knot that I couldn't open
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I bit my fingers when I saw my friend's final form
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A person enters a different state when he dies while living.
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While passing through small puddles left by the rain
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I saw my reflections
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My muddy image wanted to hug me
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I was alone and scared, I stumbled while talking
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Get up, my soul is bent double
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Half oleander half rose
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I saw a guide to find yourself (yeah)
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He was just mute and you despised him
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You broke ten loaves of bread for one meal, I laughed
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The moment has come, that is the moment the hour hand stops, the minute hand stops
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I couldn't speak (what, what?), couldn't find a safe branch to hold on to
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Come to mercy, I have nothing to say
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Come to mercy, come to mercy!
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The moment has come, that is the moment the hour hand stops, the minute hand stops
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I couldn't speak (what, what?), couldn't find a safe branch to hold on to
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Come to mercy, I have nothing to say
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Come to mercy, come to mercy!
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When I think I'm a big man, I think of those four numbers
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The 24's, 60's from the year I was born to this day
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365s, 12s and 52s; |
life is a dramatic math
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To whom is the given time known (huh)?
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Worn good guys, worn naivete
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Pretending to be immaculate, in the face of what?
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What else is there to do for those who can't see themselves, with two eyes?
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Time is as far away as the passing seconds
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From what they missed from long ago
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But the person whose resistance is broken because they have not met so far
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The language of all hearts is one (one) and the same language they speak
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The hope of living with longing is very high, miss!
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All written destinies soap opera, watch patiently
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Get in touch with your soul's eyes
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Here are the stormy seas, here are the lonely boats
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Will time be a friend (No way!)? |
He doesn't look back, he walks
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The feelings of those who do not have a drug rot at the earliest
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Some moments some understand you better than you
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But most of the time there are people who don't understand you like you
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The moment has come, that is the moment the hour hand stops, the minute hand stops
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I couldn't speak (what, what?), couldn't find a safe branch to hold on to
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Come to mercy, I have nothing to say
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Come to mercy, come to mercy!
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The moment has come, that is the moment the hour hand stops, the minute hand stops
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I couldn't speak (what, what?), couldn't find a safe branch to hold on to
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Come to mercy, I have nothing to say
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Come to mercy, come to mercy!
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Vo-oh
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I could not talk
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Sagopa Kajmer, 2011, Melancholia
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Come to mercy!
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Come, come to mercy (come)!
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Vo-oh
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Come to mercy! |