These lanes...every inch of it takes me back to memories I am running away from...it's so god damn hard to breathe..and this is the first night since you left..and I'm sure I'm not gonna sleep for nights...this place is killing me and I have to stay in it and suffer and learn!
It's gonna go on and on and on...
It's gonna go on and on and on...
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در رفتن جان از بدن گویند هر نوعی سخن
من خود به چشم خویشتن دیدم که جانم می رود
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