Like this
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It can be hard to believe
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Softly so
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Closes eyelids
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slush
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Under your feet
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My time
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No matter how much you cry
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Still no one will notice
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Your eyes are light
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Sad but kind
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Every day that passes
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Lies in the soul
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Like letters to notes
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That's it for sure
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Or not like
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Someone scratches on feelings
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But as if playing a melody
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In the wind - the muzzle of a dog
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Old yard breed
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Bury in her scent And keep on fighting
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briefly and clearly
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just feelings
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Didn't come out tall
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hence all these songs
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And all these tears
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my minutes
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What did you spend on love
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and air
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preparing to cast darkness
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right under the wheels
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this scandal
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Didn't win an Oscar
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well, what has become frozen
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As if from wax
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here is the rope here is the abyss
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cut everything
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someone just
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Not destined to love
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it's a shake of caresses
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And unnecessary passion
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how difficult it is
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be so different
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Like this
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It can be hard to believe
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Softly so
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Closes eyelids
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slush
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Under your feet
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My time
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No matter how much you cry
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Still no one will notice
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run out of breath
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which suffocates
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don't feel sorry for the lost past
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don't care about the right
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skin under shoulder blades
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hides scars from wings
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and I would reveal secrets, but they
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covered with dust
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I am not one of those who can stay close to God
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no one leaves the windows if not
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reason
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woven from hundreds of verses
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in which you are not
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and all these words are nothing more than garbage
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I am music
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in your dance there is no my party
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glossy prototypes turn feelings into mutants
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and it seems that everything will break this time for sure,
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but kisses on her palms move the point away
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it doesn't hurt me, finally understand it
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just live because you are my heart
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you know sometimes I feel free like the wind
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softly closing the eyelids
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Like this
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It can be hard to believe
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Softly so
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Closes eyelids
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slush
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Under your feet
|
My time
|
No matter how much you cry
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Still no one will notice
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Time will pass
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wash off your face
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this seal of sadness
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sadness melts in clots
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in dim rays,
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but now it's so empty
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destinies stand at the crossroads
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inveterately pressing the mind
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this is music from another room
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it's almost unheard
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now the doors are slammed shut
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timid phrases will cure
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poisoned plasma with a poison with the scent of happiness
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a wave of despair washed over me,
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but I'm flying to you on wings
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thirst for abundance
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that former life
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and there you can see
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and there is a continuation of the film
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or credits
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like it's sunrises sunsets
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behind the scenes
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the secrets of our endless dreams are rolled into the sky
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it can be hard to believe the empty coast
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No matter how much you cry, no one will notice anyway
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Like this
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It can be hard to believe
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Softly so
|
Closes eyelids
|
slush
|
Under your feet
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My time
|
No matter how much you cry
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Still no one will notice |