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I've never seen the sun from my window
Neither the moon rose in my night nor a star
So cramped and hot, like a desert
Something's been dying inside me for five years

I stretched out my arm for a bird to land
I crumbled bread all the way to my shoulders
Not once did it mistakenly land
I ended my path in just three steps

Yeah, in just three steps, like a slap
The wall hit me in the face
I crouched down and opened my palms, but
No matter which way I turn, there are so many paths

Something's been dying inside me for five years.