The heart seems blind
The mind go grind
Lift em up to find
What exactly flint
Am I the only one
Who’s waited sun burned out
Forget. the noise has gone
Stressed out with that crowd
You need to be more quiet
More rich you know that kind
There’s nobody could trust the guide
So try to solve it with no riot
I’ll never meet the ground
Or may it be the second floor
We’ll never reach that round
Coz ur still kidding me for sure
The veins like slaves
They have no hates
And so do u, my darling
The heart still works
But blind at all
And so we do, my buddy
Remind me of how never should
We go through some stuff
And so did u, my dude
lost in translation
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