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Şarkı Sözleri When I first placed my hands on these diaries Scraps of paper, there were notes and scribbles and all kinds of shit A lot of feelings came bubbling up, but mostly this one-- How the hell am I still alive? That's what I think every day. But more on that later. After all, this is just the intermission.