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A faded letter tells my history, |
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dust, memoirs and hypnotic melodies |
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Looking over the border waiting for a light, |
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looking behind the border waiting for the obscurity. |
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Old memories gather me to the sudden one, |
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they are speaking to me. |
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I translate every message of my sick mind. |
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Old memories gather me to the sudden one, |
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written so many times by minds and wrong hands. |
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You believe, I have always been wrong, |
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nothing is wrong as the judgment. |
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You won't find future painting judgments. |
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I will fight up to when I won't be dried, dried of every lifeblood. |
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I can't now see free, I need to take the street, |
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what remains of our lives is a wild symbol. |
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Indecision has created our world, |
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the mistakes..... |
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I will fight up to when I won't be dried, dried of every lifeblood. |
