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It starts in the unbearable dark |
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Throw your body on the bad days, I made an art of moving on |
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It sparks the age of quarrel in your heart |
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Throw your body on the bad days, all the midnights of tomorrow |
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Wait |
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No one hears us |
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Wait |
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No one |
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Enjoy the soft science of your voice |
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On a day no one can catch us, made a life of making noise |
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I've sung the age of octeen in your lungs |
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Throw your body on the panic, feed the sadness on your tongue |
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Wait |
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No one hears us |
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Wait |
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No one |
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Throw your body on the panic |
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On the tragic chemistry |
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Throw your body on the sadness |
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In the spaces in between |
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Throw your body on the bad days |
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Throw your body on the bad days |
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Wait, throw your body on the bad days |
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No one hears us |
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Wait, throw your body on the bad days |
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No one |
