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I mean those who travel through the gale
I mean so many things I don't know how to start
I mean you and me lost in this city
You as wallpaper, me in the mortal angle
I mean the ones that say how I have to sing
I mean your existence, I mean my mask
I mean the leftovers, I mean iniquity
I mean the one that doesn't let us start
Tonight, calmly
Tonight, behind your back
We will talk and it will be the last time
I want to open my eyes tonight and think again
That there is no one who practices ignorance and evil
I want to talk about psalms, I want you to come find me
Where there is still hope, where I don't have to speak
Where you understand my songs, where I can feed
Tonight, calmly
Tonight, behind your back
We will talk and it will be the last time
We will talk and it will be the last time
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