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simple
things.
it's raining tears out of the
gallery,
drops like pearls are falling by the window pain,
there are wistful people walking down the street,
I think there are no special people around me.
millions of words telling me nothing
I wanna believe in simple things
I wanna believe in what I feel
let me stay just like a bird without voice, without you.
loosing directions I'm quaking again
feelings that hurt me and I feel nothing
I can feel the ground behind me
I can see the space above.
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