Worse than us
You can't stay
Believe me
The high tide will take us away
Believe me, you deafen me like you do
âI'll suffer youâ¦. . and we'll never go backâ¦â
Itâs true
They say that
Everything is wrong
And they speak
Ox tongues
A place for two
Talk to me
You will dry me
I swear, you do
âWe will never come backâ¦â
Itâs true
Seven Seven
is the number of trees
God only knows
If this city 
Has trees
âbut who caresâ, you make me< br/>âI will burnâ¦.. We will never come backâ¦â

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