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� Why do I like all the things I begin? And find them a name, a class? �
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� And it looks like I, I tend to forget them easily at night. �
� But what if, when I wake up, it's always the same? �
� And the reason why I dress up every morning again? �
� But what if, when I wake up, I'm still feeling the same? �
� I am looking for something wrong. Are you feeling the same? �

� Am I done with all the things I forgot? �
� I remember them all tonight. �
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� Cause I look deeper in the eyes I've always known. �
� And these big brown eyes can see my few flashing bones. �
� When I look deeper in the eyes I've always known. �
� My hope. �
� But what if, when I wake up, it's always the same? �
� The reason. �
� Why I dress up every morning again? �
� But what if, when I wake up, I'm still feeling the same? �
� I am looking for something wrong. Are you feeling the same? �
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� Why do I like all the things I'll begin? �
� And to find them when they are closed? �
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