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Through Foreign Eyes
Darkness
I didn't see anything
Foreign eyes processed information
I tried to turn my skin over
But the skin inside is too similar to mine
I tried to push back the years
Which stand between us
Without understanding
That there is no weapon in the world
Which by virtue of my love will defeat time
I will not stop wanting
I will not stop wanting
I will not give in to this idea
That it's not possible, and it's impossible because it's not possible
It's a matter of survival
Even if you [said to a female] tell me enough already, it's over
I have no choice but to want the possible
Days
Days into nights
A hug which never ends
And suddenly in a moment it's over
And when this emptiness reveals its face
It seems that all I wanted
Will never come (but)
I will not stop wanting
I will not stop wanting
I will not give in to this idea
That it's not possible, and it's impossible because it's not possible
It's a matter of survival
Even if you [said to a female] tell me enough already, it's over
I have no choice but to want the possible
Silence
Silence in the living room
Silence in the kitchen
Silence also on the phone
All I wanted was to sleep
But the frightening noise penetrated into my dream
And finally, the end of the story
I sign without desire on the release form
I will not stop wanting
I will not stop wanting
I will not give in to this idea
That it's not possible, and it's impossible because it's not possible
It's a matter of survival
Even if you [said to a female] tell me enough already, it's over
I have no choice but to want the possible
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