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It seems as though I could get these white hands on anything if I just cried for it The answer is pure: we’re attracted to each other This is how I love you… probably

When will I be old enough for my loneliness and fear to disappear? If I have children will my suffering finally end? The adolescence you’re so fond of / Along with the rebellious phase I wield How we love our wordplay. “Don’t lie to me”

I could overrule any law according to my wishes if I just cried for it The answer is brutal: we’re deceiving each other This is how I love you… probably

“Don’t lie to me”

If I learn any more it will mean sleepless nights and attempted double suicide Mouthwash oxidized in my memories / Camouflage We’re children crying for what we can’t have Mother, are you ashamed of me, mixed up as I am?

So many more flowers have bloomed This year than last, like music When my dream becomes reality I wonder if anything will actually change

A small morning in a wide world Days wrapped in things that were certain Words dance in spilling sunlight We could hold each other like the blowing of the wind Having a place to belong like that is a distant memory Here I am, trying out smiles On a dry paved road without you

My wonderful dream came to me When I noticed the lies of a certain day

Tomorrow afternoon I’ll make My wonderful dream come true My heart overflowed with water Reflecting the sky like a mirror

If the gods were to obscure The light connecting the world Then I would, yes, tear through these eyes And search for a crimson river A small morning in a wide world Days wrapped in certainty Words sing in spilling sunlight We managed to hold each other Where does the memory of love end?