الكلمات الأصلية
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The life works in cycles
We do stuff every time
We repeat too much dreaming about moving on
We are little pieces
From a machine
Built to spin around
In endless circles
Something
Keeps us alive
From time to time
Forget something to remember
As a way to disintegrate
What do you think about
The colors of these clothes?
Did it change your life or
Is it a waste of time?
What do you think about
Do something that matters?
Like laying until midnight
Or until the sun rise?
