My hope is not over, look, it always stays the same
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My room whose ceiling smells of dampness and the nevales
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The one who calculates the drops of rain even though it is difficult
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Distances are hard when you're playing an empty man
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The night's desire is a foggy glass
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Okka dip in my hand, strong shout on me
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My cute building, whose paint is flowing from the past
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Cement as if familiar and as if foreign
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silently clinging to distances
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My shoulder is heavy, but you come hold me and look
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Crescent of the moon lightly probing the sky
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The clouds are disturbed by this situation
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The paint is fuchsia silk of the day, skips a ton
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I put this love job on my shoulder, I'm on the last line
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I'm hungry for you, peace, stay with me for a while
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I sat on a bench, I'm in Konak with a gray coat
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not shortened roads
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If you grow up, walk, think, it's a separate problem.
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No matter what you do, your arms don't get together
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No matter what I say, if you don't know, it's a separate problem.
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not shortened roads
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If you grow up, walk, think, it's a separate problem.
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No matter what you do, your arms don't get together
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No matter what I say, if you don't know, it's a separate problem.
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Time passed and I got up from that bench
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I walk with light steps that hit my face
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What is that damn storm, tell me captain
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I don't sell the sun for a few moments of happiness
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Anyway, finally the stop I was hoping for
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There are millions of hearts in front of me that always stand the same today
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Take care of them friend, you leave me
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Burak didn't know that he made Izmir love him
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I defined the world now sepia blue
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If even your heart is offended, there is no cure for you
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That's why I'm tired woman there is no excuse for this
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You are the baby of my eyes, my wife, know what more you are
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If it comes out, I'm sure I'll have a fight again
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Don't worry, if I keep the peace, I won't let it go
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If I approach your shores one day at sunset
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My wish is you and a boat to go
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not shortened roads
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If you grow up, walk, think, it's a separate problem.
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No matter what you do, your arms don't get together
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No matter what I say, if you don't know, it's a separate problem.
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not shortened roads
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If you grow up, walk, think, it's a separate problem.
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No matter what you do, your arms don't get together
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No matter what I say, if you don't know, it's a separate problem.
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Every minute I lost my hope
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That I've finished myself one day when I was alone
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Anyway, imagine that the clouds brought you |