People get lost while walking the same old way
The footing is no gaps like two places in a small space
Stained with the world to talk to
Smaller in the dry breathe a sigh
With all of the familiar faces expressionless away
Containing such a hot desire to weary resignation and the gaze
As the door closes ridicule
As anxiety is getting closer
I think my dreams over the hill
The time have come out of my back
I can not afford to look back, someone ttawin
Busy day, a tiring day
And in the eyes of their own feelings behind closed Headphone
Gray building in the middle of a forest that has deserted me
‘re Tough life, saying the original
On when a mixture of dark geoleotne
I think my dreams over the hill
The time have come out of my back
I can not afford to look back at someone ttawin
Busy day
I think somewhere outruns
I definitely must stop somewhere
I’m just sitting here predecessor
That’s it
(This is where we are aware)
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