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Sıla / Yara Bende - I have the pain
Who knows we have become who
On purpose and openly
What are we remaining silent for and escaping from ?
Non stoping without making us think
And letting us no sleep
No word on tongue and no remembrances for skin
What is wrong with us ?
Intermeddled with scalpel many times
Enfolded then after saying it is fine
But still bleeding , I have the pain
Standing back to back for a couples of nights
Anything except us is therein
Which of us is more bold to split, you or me ?
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