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Windows, doors, walls and carpets,
Chairs, tables and flowers,
Bread, wine, butter and jam,
Fries, meat, beans and all spices.
I've lost the taste of these things for two weeks now.
I'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
Airports, railroad stations,
Highways, streets and foggy lines.
Traffic, lights, cars and planes,
Boats, bicycles and walkers.
Now I'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
Faces, ears and bellies,
Backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
Sweat, tears, dripping bodies,
Parties, someone is fucked up.
Now I'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
I'm hanging on until I am old, just older than now.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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