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I Play and Sing
I have nothing to come back to, I have nothing to try
Everything with us has already died and all that is left is to cover
What we wanted in the end, who we tried to be
All of this failure, all of the doubts
Gosh, so many mistakes
Take you pain, put it
Because what kind of lines and what kind of a figure
And it is a bit tough for me to think what you do without me
Even if I removed this caption above me
You were the love of my life
And it feels right between us---even God is happy that you are going
I will not stoop myself in order for us to have it good
I'm a broken record
I play and sing, I play and sing even if you do not come back
But just what do you do with the heart that just comes back to you again, and again, and again
Maybe this time we will not come back?
And they know everything and there is almost nothing to reveal
I will return to the beginning and you will go to the end
And it is a bit tough for me to see how you write to me
It is true, I am not a saint, just a man who may have
Given you too much
And it feels right between us---even God is happy that you are going
I will not stoop myself in order for us to have it good
I'm a broken record
I play and sing, I play and sing even if you do not come back
But just what do you do with the heart that just comes back to you again, and again, and again
Maybe this time we will not come back?
And it feels right between us---even God is happy that you are going
I will not stoop myself in order for us to have it good
I'm a broken record
I play and sing, I play and sing even if you do not come back
But just what do you do with the heart that just comes back to you again, and again, and again
Maybe this time we will not come back?
לילך הולדמן✕
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