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It's no worth trying to reach out
This time tonight The music is playing so loud (But that's just inside my head) That I don't want to fight I've seen you opening the fridge And heard when you've yelled "It's empty!" But the pillow is a bridge (Yes,the one in my arms) You can't pass when you're twenty "Now it's so clear, What I've always feared; You're just a dream (At least that's where you live) You never come clean" I hardly nodded my head For you voice seemed so far. "Go buy some bread (...) You can take my car." Ten days after,there were some rats I fed Sometimes,they replace you well. I gave them your bread,since you’ve left. (It's so quiet in here...) I'm getting rotten in this place I fell. What have you left behind?...
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