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zuò cí : Akja |
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zuò qǔ : Akja |
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They waved me goodbye, |
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tā men zǒu xiàng dēng jī kǒu |
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as they left for departure |
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xiàng wǒ gào bié |
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Trynna keep it together, |
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wǒ xiǎng rěn zhù |
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but the growing of the distance makes it |
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dàn suí zhe jù lí jiàn yuǎn |
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harder |
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yuè lái yuè nán |
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Terminals on the screen, |
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píng mù shàng yǒu xǔ duō háng bān |
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not one is for me |
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què méi yǒu yí gè shì wǒ de |
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my journey has just begun |
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wǒ de lǚ chéng cái gāng gāng kāi shǐ |
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why do I want to end it instantly |
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wǒ wèi shí me xiàn zài jiù xiǎng yào jié shù? |
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A papercut deep inside of me |
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all the days i wished the time could freeze |
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till my throat was impacted by solid agny |
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and the waves are rushing |
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and i sat down to set them free |
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searching for traces in this big realm |
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realizing there' s no more |
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taxi home |
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on the train by the window |
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the blurring sights |
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everything' s so beautiful |
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so precise |
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As I fall asleep in the bus I know well |
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I' d be bathing the twilight as I' m stumbling home |
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See the lights through a window on a gloomy night |
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Are they waiting for me on the other side? |
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And I hear whispers in my ears |
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say Wake up, wake up |
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see everything is just the same |
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cuz you' re home |
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you' re home |
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The alarm goes off at 7 |
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i was back in my old bed |
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I turn off the air condition |
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wander to the breakfast stand |
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and depending on the weather |
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maybe hit with some of my friends |
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or just sit down on the front porch, |
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wondering what is next |
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And a classroom full of laughter |
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or just fuzzy scribbling sounds |
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writings on a blackboard |
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love stories behind the walls |
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and i remember family outings, |
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daddy' s driving by my side |
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and we take in the view, |
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as we drift by the sights |
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And I recall the day, |
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That I went away, |
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violet skies with a hint of lemon gray |
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the air was cold as the shuttle came |
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and I stepped on board |
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The words in ' London' came true after all |
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now I' m a stranger locked in this silent crowd |
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hear the bells ring 6 on Theresien Street |
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The city Munich |
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Don' t you be harsh on me |
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It' s what it feels like, this is what it feels like |
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could somebody take me home? |