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letra de the rows - achings

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gone are the days we [?] in silence
scratching at your backdoor
we let go of the [rows], the [rows]
[?] in the bathroom sink

put away the fleece of the golden dreamer
sighing at your backdoor
we let go of the lows, the lows
is this what they call them [?]

[?]
if all we ever wanted was to show [love]
then we do we still [?] undone
[?]
if all we ever wanted was [?]
then we do we still [?]

gone are the way wе [?] violence
smashing at your [?]
we lost count of thе rows, the rows
signal up before you sink

and i don’t need to sleep if its own fleeting
a ship that’s crashing on your shore
don’t let go of the rope, the rope
hands to the [?]
[coming up]
if all we ever wanted was to show love
why do we still clamor [?] its undone
[calling down]
if all [he] ever wanted was [his true flaw]
why do we still cling to the [reborn]

[?] is a solid substance
[?]
which we [tear] it out in our fingers
[?] an illogical story so that when one matter is dispatched
[?] for instance, we go on in an [?]
and i don’t need to [see], and i don’t need to [see]
and i don’t need to sleep, no i don’t need to sleep at all

[crawling up]
if all we ever wanted was to show love
then we do still [?] it before its undone
[crawling down]
if all [he] ever wanted was [his true flaw]
then we do still cling the [reborn]

(reborn), why do we still plead
why do we still plead
why do we still plead
why do we still plead
to be reborn

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