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Boring days

Thrown away by the wind
We are flying like seeds
Save the flavour of the time we have spent
On these streets

If I shall not hear
Please be near
In these mad times

If I stop to breathe in
Will you love me and my little crimes

These boring days
Can't you save my love
You want to hide in morning dust
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