| In this approximately infinite universe
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| I know a girl who’s in constant hell
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| No love or pill could keep her cool
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| Cause there’s a thousand holes in her heart
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| And the wind of the past blows through her heart
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| Reminding her of the people she killed
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| Wind of now blows off her cool
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| Telling her there’s something shes missed
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| You know the town of sapporo, she says
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| Where the men talk rough and never sing
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| Two bottles of loneliness
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| Patching the holes in her dream
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| In this approximately infinite universe
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| I know a girl who’s raising constant hell
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| No love or bottle could fix her good
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| Cause there’s a thousand holes in her head
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| And the wind of the future blows through her head
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| Saying there’s no point of return
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| The wind of the universe blows off her soul
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| Telling her there’s nowhere to go
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| «I wanna sleep, wanna sleep», she says
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| And take her fix to bed
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| Two bottles of loneliness
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| Patching the holes in her dream |