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A provocation to loneliness, when all the best ends up into a grand march that doesn't fit you. |
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Insisting looks and cheap perfumes on trampled sidewalks are aggressions that I won't answer to. |
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I try, I swear, I doubt, I fail, I tried, I swear, I tried, I tried, I tried. |
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Just another witness ain't seen it coming. |
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I was sitting there and yes I could still watch silohouettes dancing, with some kind of interest. |
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I ain't seen it coming, month by month experimenting the distress of not seeing sense in the cadence of bodies. |
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I'm sitting back in place and watching the world declining slowly as a grandpa. |
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All wrinkles drawn with million of shoes used on the side of complacency. |
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It's simply not for me. |
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I tried, to give it all a sense. |
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I tried to love perfume again. |
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I tried to give it all a meaning. |
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I tried to remember. |
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In the morning of my world, all love has ceased. |
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And in the end it is only you, me and the violence |
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With no kinda limitation. |
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Before the death of all hearts, when all love will cease, the hope is saving. |
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Give me a way to see clear into this foggy sea. |
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Slowly we walk to the end of our dreams. |
