How ordinary the dog is denied
The bone that he couldn't chew last night
People look at us face to face
Everything is different but it's the same
You continue this game without thinking about what grieving
Without thinking about what I feel when you leave
Talking is tiring, there is nothing to think about
But what you receive is not what you give
Okay, okay
If you don't love me
Well, okay
Whoa, whoa, soft
And the distance grows when I touch you
How I implore you
Whoa, whoa, soft
You give yourself without wanting to love me
Tell me what you feel
Hand in hand
You follow me carrying using words that cut the skin more than you can achieve
There in the center of your entire being
There is nothing that a blind person cannot see
Okay, that's it Well
If you don't love me
Well that's very good
Whoa, whoa, soft
And the distance grows when I touch you
As I implore you
Whoa, whoa, soft
You give yourself without wanting to love me
Tell me what you feel

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