yesterday was another day
waiting for something neat
from heaven nobody's late
they come when they wish
no question ask nor craze
but peaceful to every face
today i woke up early for some
usual for this head of mine
i listen to music i can't understand
yet i throw my soul to melody
spoken in foreign tongue, it's fun
to take away grip of missing you
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