Too late... Well, what are you, full.
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We barely know each other, and you are already on fire.
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Drops... Rain is with us, isn't it?
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Like in a wild performance, she sings about you and me.
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Numbers... No purpose, no meaning
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We formed so purely by chance of our meetings.
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Stupid... The light is so silent
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Magically, insanely flows from the hair and shoulders.
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Chorus:
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On the palms, on yours, my palms, the sky whispers, the world will drown, the sky will flare up,
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the world will fall asleep.
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, on your, my palm, without tragedies and agony, the sky will take its toll,
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the sky will take its toll.
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It's too late... Well, what are you, full, we barely know each other, and you're already in tears.
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Numbers... Without purpose, without meaning, they have formed so purely that they even inspire fear.
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The threads of recent events, from terrible discoveries, pulled you to me.
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Luggy... The light so madly, magically, silently paints the landscape in the window.
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There is a sea of evil in the world,
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But burn it down
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I would not be able
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But you could...
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Chorus:
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On the palms, on yours, my palms, the sky whispers, the world will drown, the sky will flare up,
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the world will fall asleep.
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On the palm, on your, my palm, without tragedies and agony, the sky will take its toll...
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On the palms, on yours, my palms, the sky whispers, the world will drown, the sky will flare up,
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the world will fall asleep.
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On the palm, on your, my palm the sky whispers, the world will drown.
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The sky whispers, the world will drown.
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The sky is whispering...
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The sky is whispering...
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The sky is whispering... |