I still wallow in your corridor Of dead minds Keep the door more than just ajar You wouldn’t see anything Besides my cry Until I’m still undone In your blurry eyes
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It’s something in all of my lives That goes inside I know that the god likes to drink And grow up in your blurry eyes
I hang out on your balcony And I don’t mind Keep the door more than just ajar Bring me voice of happiness To calm my cry Until my hope goes on In your blurry eyes
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Tell me what you drink in a state of war You maybe catcher in the rye Children barking out good bye Children hear your lullaby