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Şarkı Sözleri This background is so vague This falter much too strong A slew of reluctance Makes the focus warble on For every laden vein Is a grim pail of prey The true are open They wrestle with this state What a dirty facade The coming of an ugly file Every guide is ill-timed Purely lit for the lofty kind What a dirty facade The coming of an idle qualm And everyone is so still No one ever is pure