Fragmentos

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Waves roll in my thoughts...

But why let the sad song play?

You know something's left
And we're all allowed
To dream of the next
Oh, ohh the next, time we touch...

I see the birds in the rain...

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Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted

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Hold my hand
Lie beside me
I just need to say
I could not take a-just one day

I just need someone to be there for... me
I just want someone to be there for... me

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I'm still alive

Did he relate a message?
It's clearly, hardly grounds for dismissal, I write
Grounds for dismissal, I write

I wake up and wait up... the answers are fatal

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Sometimes I speak of nothing at all
Sometimes I reach to myself

How he makes his getaway

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