We breathe gas mixtures here
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Time to wean from something needs twice as much
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I was looking for patterns, but there are so few of them
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This day is a drop of water at the bottom of dry glasses
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We could continue, but in a completely different format
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It seems everything will roll anyway, but I hardly have enough
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These stars and comets appeared so out of place
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How to fall asleep before three in the morning in this house without a bed
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Your world
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Tiny paper, as I would like to do one day
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door in it
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But I'm up to him like the moon, I see in the telescope
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Are you there
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Looking for an answer, but you don't understand where you are
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(Only white noise in your mind)
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How can I understand today everything that you have inside
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All your dreams are so similar, so similar to mine
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We could build a house where time, somewhere in the solar system, would stop counting
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In my cramped little cabin there is enough space for a flight
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together
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You are so different today in taste
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And I even learned to see my advantages in this
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All your empty thoughts are like sunspots
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In fact, I don't even know where I'm flying,
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But I don't want to go back
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Immeasurably here, as in a sea pierced by capes
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All these songs are not worth the ones they were written for
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In some sense, you are like the wind,
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And I already have enough of it on my big planet
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And like the last bus that I didn't even believe in
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Came to your stop, but did not open the door for you
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And it doesn't seem to be like this, but it repeats again
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Perhaps next time I will walk closer to home |