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Well, I met cruelty this year

And I feel the weight

I feel the weight

And I'm losing track of what's sincere

So I won't anticipate

I won't anticipate

Anymore

No, no, anymore

Making a product from pain

Feels so inhumane

Can we stop the season's change?

When we saw that traveling light

He said it was a satellite

But I still think you were right, you were right