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Liquid Sunshine Days
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Don\'t slip away
Under the stairs
Or think bad thoughts
In the middle of prayers
Exposing your soul
Like an open door
Stained on the surface
Rotten to the core
Sleeping all day
Locks up your mind
And the smoke at night
Lets you unwind
Or so they tell me
Or so I\'ve heard
That darkness comes down
Like a dying blackbird
Drift away
Inside Your head
Not dead to the world
Because the world\'s already dead
Come out at night
Under a lonely tree
Is the rising sun
The last thing you see?
Then they know
When you can\'t see yourself
The ashes in the shell
Belong to someone else
In the morning they forget
All they\'ve seen and heard
As darkness comes down
Like a dying blackbird
Tell me what you heard
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venisem oricum pregatit sa ti-o fac cu ou si cu otet, deoarece am indoieli preconcepute in privinta destrabalarii noastre literare in limbi neneaose.
insa este draguta, cateva dintre metaforele tale sunt destul de simplute insa \"the ashes in the shell\" makes up for it.
ma indrept acum spre alte treburi d\'ale tale