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No Tears Left To Cry-Golden Shovel


I look to the right

And I see that right now

That I´m

In the same room that my cousins are in

I start to think that this is a

Very impossible thing to be in the same state

I start to think this is one of

My false thoughts of mind

And it makes me feel that I

Have an unsatisfied want

That I have to get on to

If I want to be

Living in many moments like the one I´m in

In a moment I like

Rather than the ones I don´t love at all

It reminds me that I´m in the

Right moment in time

And normally, I ain't

These people seem like all Ï´ve got

But life tells me, no!

Only causing me tears

But I have strength left

So I have to

Even though it makes me cry

 
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