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It really was a top secret place, though
The whole journey might have been a dream
That was nothing, brace yourself
I got up with the feeling that the world was a hospitable place
The world performs miracles
Then there were his bad days
Still full of memories
I think you’ll regret it
Didn’t it change everything?
Sometimes I think we were born to suffer more than all the rest
Come in and look
There were signs of improvement
And whose ghost might I be hunting?
‘the past’ could be deleted without any loss of sense
Continuous indicates an uninterrupted sequence
You claim something that you wish to call your own
And that’s all there is to it
A more precise word can almost always be found
All planning must be done in advance
He’s waited this long, might as well wait some more
Lately he hasn’t been sleeping well
It’s weird I’ve never seen inside their apartment
You just sit here all day?
Do you know where you should go?
If only it were possible to freeze this moment, this perfect light
They were alive; they’d keep living
So what’s the plan today?
He walked outside while the women stayed inside
In his dream, he sat, all hungry and lonely, in his house and wanted more
Alone in a cozy little place, calm and untroubled
There was no point in talking
Wouldn’t you love to live here?
It was just something that had happened
Riddled by shotgun blasts and the occasional hunting round
Something really bad was happening
Each day of sun might be the last
Every object had a story connected to it
I knew I should have said goodbye at least
Mon cœur s’est pris au miracle des îles
Gone fishin’
He felt the world arrange itself around him
It gets him out of his room for an hour, insures that he sees the sun
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
It was a long, hard day
I became one of those guys you never see
That’s how so many things happen
It didn’t seem as if it was happening but it was happening
It just reminds you of the fragility of everything
It didn’t have to be exactly equal
… the way that large events in the world …
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