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I'm yearning - my place is forbidden
my heart in chest
I'm earning nothing but pain
I can't hold up more - I'm giving up
No
Let me hold something soft
don't say: "I'm sorry" - don't go for more,
bite an apple take my tickets for -> then hear me out
Sit!
and listen for, could you remove?
Sins from my pumping blood device,
in good advance tell me what to do
I'm (not) lost, please, tell me, not them, but you
I hope you won't lie even if I do
that to myself
Be honest before it's gone.
Lemme rest - it's time