April
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Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale
Cause everytime you run, I fall behind
I fall behind
And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man there I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale
Cause everytime you run, I fall behind
I fall behind
And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man there I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
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