| Yunus waits for flowers at the end of the road at the beginning of July
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| Send a wreath to my door for every day without you
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| Damn he knocked this man down, my ears are deaf
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| Shout out to me with your sweet voice;  | 
| lighten my load
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| As my eyes cry, my dimples do not smile
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| My pen won't move unless my soul wears out
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| My word that I built with breath is a debt to your ears
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| The devil buried those I trusted.  | 
| What is it?
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| Please don't upset yourself;  | 
| sun messenger nights
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| Those easy syllables don't come out even if I try
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| I'm with the ones I know the most in a place I've never known
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| I'm in battles against those who want to erase them
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| It is a book of mine, my friend;  | 
| love is unfinished
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| If time was my suspect;  | 
| Now I execute, his name remains
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| If I didn't fear you, my hands would take the bullet to my head as a gift
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| It's hard for you to understand anyway;  | 
| my sigh goes, my sigh stays
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| Year of knowing bad people, 5 digits of my dying name
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| There are many excuses for my alienation from life.
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| 12 curtains of my heart are torn from day to day
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| It scares my courage
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| Look, I couldn't stand it, shoot my gun
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| I can't reach my waist, forgive me
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| I'm sorry for today
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| My friend, do you mean my life?
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| Whoever is a doctor, let me be my judge
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| Let me have one head earthquake against one wall
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| Shush!  | 
| I have a chance to hurt
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| Sago how many escapes are you entitled to?
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| Look, I couldn't stand it, shoot my gun
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| I can't reach my waist, forgive me
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| I'm sorry for today
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| My friend, do you mean my life?
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| Whoever is a doctor, let me be my judge
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| Let me have one head earthquake against one wall
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| Shush!  | 
| I have a chance to hurt
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| Sago how many escapes are you entitled to?
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| My sadness in making the immortality of my reality live
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| I celebrated my last birthday by gifting myself to myself
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| Even if you don't believe it, the time will pass, your watch time will be up, lion
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| The taste of patience, even if it is bitter;  | 
| it is sweet or fruit
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| The only way I will look is in front of me, my eyes follow the right route
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| My word entrusted to the wind, my heart burned with longing
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| My loneliness is cruelty to my heart, every moment death scares me
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| I am a soap opera;  | 
| every day is a chapter
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| Guards from my teeth, cascades from my feelings
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| Swamps of my dirt, scarecrows of my bones
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| I created sharp blades from my fingers and defended the pen
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| It was murder to reveal the secret, a kilo of gold was calm
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| Life is not as long as the distance between me and the earth
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| Let the bastards trap my way, every enchantment backfires
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| Let Yunus's eyes be filled with dark clouds
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| You don't have a trump card more than patience, my Yunus
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| Look, I couldn't stand it, shoot my gun
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| I can't reach my waist, forgive me
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| I'm sorry for today
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| My friend, do you mean my life?
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| Whoever is a doctor, let me be my judge
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| Let me have one head earthquake against one wall
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| Shush!  | 
| I have a chance to hurt
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| Sago how many escapes are you entitled to?
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| Look, I couldn't stand it, shoot my gun
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| I can't reach my waist, forgive me
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| I'm sorry for today
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| My friend, do you mean my life?
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| Whoever is a doctor, let me be my judge
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| Let me have one head earthquake against one wall
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| Shush!  | 
| I have a chance to hurt
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| Sago how many escapes are you entitled to?
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| yeah!
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| The year of knowing bad people
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| no
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| sago caswa
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| Big blows with small moves baby
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| yeah
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| Pessimistic Hip-Hop
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| melancholia
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| MF
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| yeah
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| Look |