The night of 27, the night I walked without a plan!
The start of a day, with the same things repeating
I hope I won’t lose myself
I’m a small bean in the basket called the world...
If happiness was hiding in the corner of my youth
I would’ve searched in the trash can, under the table, even in the shoe closet
But the things I wanted aren’t here
Happiness is only a rumor to me, I’ve never witnessed it...
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