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get over the sorrow, girl the world is always going to be made of this you can trust in it unless you breathe in bravely... aaah... [brass section] i adore how you (oh) simpl (oh) surrender (oh) to high Letras de canciones and your lungs they're mourning teepee style all the stillborn love that could've happened all the moments you should've embraced all the moments you should've not locked up understand, so clearly, to shut yourself up would be the hugest crime of them all, hugest crime of them all. you're just crying after all to not want them, humans, around anymore... From Letras Mania