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Were the same
Were five years old
Still trying to change this mold
In the open air im cold
No purpose no reasons told
And while im waiting for something to say
Im here in vain
I picked up this broken key
Ill love no one and let no one love me
Ill wait for morning before opened eyes
No ones crying not yet realized
And in the meantime i have nothing to say
Im here in vain