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I could never sleep without that ticking of my clockThe way it quiets my mind is pure simplicityPretend that we're all savedfrom the spell of perfectionDistance remains out of reach anywayThe short blooming (the short blooming)of forgotten scenes (of forgotten scenes)The recreation of forgotten songsListen to this, it won't take longInviolabilitycovers false beautyyour face remains unique anywayThe short blooming (the short blooming)of forgotten scenes (of forgotten scenes)The recreation of forgotten songsListen to this, it won't take longYou need to run away from all the paincreated by the silence of your modestyI could never sleep without that ticking of my clockThe way it quiets my mind is pure simplicitySo write down all your thoughts and let them fill the booksof your pathetic perceptions, relieve your mindIt is just wishful thinking that time won't let you downBut some sublime creatures may never see the light From Letras Mania