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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