They're coming smile, smile
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They want you to cry smile, smile
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Nothing is half done, you smile
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The inside and outside now all sound
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Not a pigeon but a tumbler
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I'm Hacivat Karagöz that puppeteer
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The moon was born twice, the sun did not set
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The merchant sold the goods but did not weigh them
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My heart is full of face, it's not broken
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The bachelor's house is also magma on the ground floor
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I walked away, I didn't look back
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I took a sigh, the whole mountain cracked
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Print mortise cards to principals
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It's not up to Murat to buy the foreign currency either.
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The brothers were offended; |
legacy fight
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Bread fight started as a child
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A tray of crispy, black parkas
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Morning 4 Muslim Baba song
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This diary should not be white-collar.
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I drew the whole atlas with chalk
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They're coming smile, smile
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They want you to cry smile, smile
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Nothing is half done, you smile
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The inside and outside now all sound
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I've endured enough
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I've been burned on the mountain
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There is mourning in my youth
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I have a childhood that I cherish
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Fate is dark, my luck is black
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Oh my black, my spelling is black
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Write from the beginning, a thousand troubles in my head
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"Smile, laugh out of spite." |
smiles that say
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I'll laugh for your spite
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There's an abyss, I'll go over it
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Even fires are ashamed to burn
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You'll know how to smile and burn
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Köreliyo' feelings
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They set fire to my hearth
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They burned, they slept next to me
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They thought that what was done was left for tomorrow
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black of my word
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between the sea and the river
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Stranger hits with that word, and the pain
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my spring my winter
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I will see the end of a man who touches that writing.
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Eventually you'll taste death one day
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Don't break your heart on empty things
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When you turn and wander
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Coming soon
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smile, smile
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They're coming smile, smile
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They want you to cry smile, smile
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Nothing is half done, you smile
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The inside and outside now all sound |