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The same old story,
maybe a bit shorter and farther away.
It always rains there
and I don't have you here.
Some nuances,
words of nine? and I understand
that time doesn't erase
the scars.

I stay looking at you,
I see you leaving through the back door.
I don't know if I should wait for you,
follow you to Mars
or go into a bar.

You don't know what you feel,
I know I don't learn even with punches,
and although sometimes you hurt, sometimes I love you,
You warned me
but I can't help it
and I carry the gray days inside.

I stay looking at you,
I see you leaving through the back door.
I don't know if I should wait for you,
follow you to Mars
or go into a bar.

I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I knew this was going to happen
and I don't understand it.
I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I knew this was going to happen.

I stay looking at you,
I see you leaving through the back door.
I don't know if I should wait for you,
follow you to Mars
or go into a bar.

I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I knew this was going to happen
and I don't understand it.
I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I knew this was going to happen.

I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I knew this was going to happen
and I don't understand it.
I tore out the last page and erased
the text from my head.
I want to try with an open ending.

...from my head the text...
...and I don't understand it...