| Pages from the memory, ups and downs I found
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| Trivial context, well something went wrong
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| Misleading shivers are catching up with me
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| I am like changing weather, too undecided still
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| Talking about random things I see
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| Nothing too peculiar, just blowing leaves
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| Aiming for the high notes, insanity
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| A lack of profoundness is now helping me and now
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| Endless joy on a painted back street
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| Watercolor girl on a one-way road street
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| I don’t need closure when the future is spinning
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| Nocturnal invaders, creating not stealing
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| Nights are begging you to lay down
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| Nights are begging you to lay down
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| When nights are begging you to lay down
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| I got sweat on the spine
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| Seasons have passed, they all left me colder
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| Blithesome face gone dark circles like storms and
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| While chasing the unknown they started growing
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| Experience and goals, the work, the flow, when
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| Seasons have passed, they all left me colder
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| Blithesome face gone dark circles like storms and
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| While chasing the unknown they started growing
|
| Experience and goals, the work, the flow, when
|
| Talking about random things I see
|
| Nothing too peculiar, just blowing leaves
|
| Aiming for the high notes, insanity
|
| A lack of profoundness is now helping me and now
|
| Endless joy on a painted back street
|
| Watercolor girl on a one-way road street
|
| I don’t need closure when the future is spinning
|
| Nocturnal invaders, creating not stealing
|
| Nights are begging you to lay down
|
| Nights are begging you to lay down
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| When nights are begging you to lay down
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| I got sweat on the spine |