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Smiling, giggling heartily
I was there
Cold sweating, heart whenching
They built their ancient Babylon
Higher than anything else
Poor child, forgetting where she stood
They were there
No longer smiling, no longer caring
I was there
No longer flinching, no longer trembling
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Tell pretty lies
That you need me, that you miss me
Tell me pretty lies
That you want me as much as I always want you by my side
Tell me pretty lies
That you’ve loved me, all along
Tell me pretty lies, and I’ll tell you mine
Tell me
How do you breath under the water?
Teach me
How to actually live
How do you find the right answer to false question?
Can you find it at all?
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The little speck had made it home
From thousand years of thunderstorm
it had gone wild, it had gone mild
But the little speck had made it home
The little speck was all alone
All it had was a heart of stone
his very skin peeled all along
But the little speck had made it home
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I'm seeing glitters
they dance to the bristle of the busy street
the few shut themselves
setting the traps for the jinxes
In the split image of my confusion
with airy laugh they demand silent
So let them win with the favour
Let them win with great honor
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I wish what I wish
I do want to turn back the time
and change things which were written
but then, all those tears would be for nothing.
I set my soul free
I leave sign everywhere
but I see, no one’s here, no one’s there
I know we are all sad
May be that’s what we are.
There’s where we lose it,
There’s why we lose it.
I set my soul free
I leave sign everywhere
but I see, no one’s here, no one’s there
I know we are all sad
May be that’s what we are.
There’s where we lose it,
There’s why we lose it.
It was easy to write songs about bitter love
It was easy to write gloomy poems when you’re sad
But lately I can't even write a single line It was easy to write gloomy poems when you’re sad
And then it came to me
I’m not sad anymore
I've moved on
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You know, there's a thin line between letting go and giving up
When you let go,
you set yourself free, both your heart and your mind
When you give up,
you just stop caring about it altogether, like no matter what happens, it doesn't matter anymore
And about you, I give up.
she had put down her crown a long time ago
she had stripped her pride and let everyone trample on it
she was once a daughter
loved by her parents
she was once a sister
now lose herself in the current















