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Hey! Tell me, if you need another words again,
They so easly come out from your mouth
I said also mine, they stab your brain, like knife through the heart.
And so what that it's hurt, you spit it like a dust.
And now is too late, now we dont touch the clouds together,
I cant fly anymore, now I dont need feathers,
Just falling down.
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