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I didn't want to waste your life
You forced me to adjust my view
You had to die it hurts
Laugh at me until i cried

Standing by the door to leave
The outer landscapes dwindling
Calls are rushing at my head
Birds are bleeding in their cages

Sometimes I feel so big
My head pushes against the roof
But my thoughts are just hotels
Full of other peoples ideas

Ideas, ideas
Ideas, ideas

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