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Same As Yesterday
Too soon we hadn't finished yet
but what does it matter if the time was unfair
and I was studying the best way to say
things
balanced on the edge of my own
words
now that I have nothing to explain
there's not much left to hide
now that the day grows old in our hands
there is not a shadow left to chase...
too soon we had not yet
understood
that giving up can sometimes be useful
and I invented a way to be
right anyway
and I didn't feel the weight of my own
words
now that I have nothing to explain
there isn't much left to hide
now that the day is growing old in my hands
there is not a shadow left to chase
and I am afraid of being alone
of remaining the same as yesterday...
now that I have nothing to explain
there's not much left to hide
now that the day is growing old in my hands
there's not a shadow left to chase
and I'm afraid to stay alone
to stay alone to stay the same as yesterday

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