I described my whole life from my dirty windows
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So I don’t like people, I’m fine without them
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Playing against myself with numbers
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While I'm alone with my thoughts, I definitely won't dry out
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I hit the wall again
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Among those who mean nothing
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In my room, tasks, sounds, voices more and more often
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This night, like your hands, exists in the present
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Stars connecting into words
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For us
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And this world that's in my head
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For a long time does not coincide with the real
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I could dissolve in it like a stain
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On the sheet after the washing machine
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And this world that's in my head
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Washes away everything with a heavy stone hail,
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But I can live by staying under the roof
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While your voice sounds somewhere nearby
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And so terrible - I can hardly tell
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What is real and what is not, and did not exist
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People, Episodes, Appointments, Days, Weeks, and Years
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Never
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Deaf knocks, screams, clatter in my mind faded
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Or is it the wind that beats on the glass
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Warm sincere surf spreads over the skin
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In my house you are not the main thing, but without you it is impossible
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I will understand if you leave
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Forever and ever
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And this world that's in my head
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For a long time does not coincide with the real
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I could dissolve in it like a stain
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On the sheet after the washing machine
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And this world that's in my head
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Washes away everything with a heavy stone hail,
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But I can live by staying under the roof
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While your voice sounds somewhere nearby
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I'm not sure,
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But I believe in it
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In the room of illusions
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I'm drowning behind the door
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So cuts the ear every word
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Fears and worries
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Fall overboard, you
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Whole symphony
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I am the sound of a false note
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I'll try again tomorrow
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I need time
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Of the past shadow
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Each of us
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And there are no exceptions
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Persecuted every minute
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Rocks and reefs
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I miss them
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But I have learned
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Swim without noticing
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With a broken stern in my ship
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And this world that's in my head
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For a long time does not coincide with the real
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I could dissolve in it like a stain
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On the sheet after the washing machine
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And this world that's in my head
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Washes away everything with a heavy stone hail,
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But I can live by staying under the roof
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While your voice sounds somewhere nearby |