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In this approximately infinite universe, |
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I know a girl whos in constant hell. |
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No love or pill could keep her cool, |
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cause theres a thousand holes in her heart. |
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And the wind of the past blows through her heart, |
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Reminding her of the people she killed. |
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Wind of now blows off her cool, |
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Telling her theres something shes missed. |
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You know the town of sapporo, she says, |
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Where the men talk rough and never sing. |
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Two bottles of loneliness |
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Patching the holes in her dream. |
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In this approximately infinite universe, |
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I know a girl whos raising constant hell. |
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No love or bottle could fix her good, |
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cause theres a thousand holes in her head. |
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And the wind of the future blows through her head, |
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Saying theres no point of return. |
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The wind of the universe blows off her soul, |
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Telling her theres nowhere to go. |
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I wanna sleep, wanna sleep, she says, |
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And take her fix to bed. |
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Two bottles of loneliness |
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Patching the holes in her dream. |
