so confused
i don't get it
but if you think it makes sense
for me, well, it's alright
look outside
all that wasted light
but in the end there's justice
after all, i'm satisfied
don't you think it's curious
the more we're happy
the more we complain
and we feel more uncertain
when the solution is near
some incidents may save your life
and the solution is often in the problem itself
i'm looking for freedom, not for prudence
a mistake doesn't mean you're guilty
also warriors need to rest
there's no need to whip yourself
one day everything will be clear
meanwhile, why not taking a breath
save the good one, throw the bad one
the sky was just behind our tears
there's something beautiful for me, somewhere
i'll carry my bag
and look through the sun

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