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Stay, Stay,
Stay connected with friends;
Friends and we, Friends and we,
Friends and we are like two ends of a strand;
Without these two ends, nothing is complete,
So forever!!
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The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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