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I Don't Want to Trouble You

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I don't want to trouble you, today's not how it should be,
not, not, not, not how it should be, how it should be.
 
The wind was singing a strange melody that day,
somebody wished me bad luck that day.
You know I'm usually so eager,
but today I have no words left.
 
Flowers get broken, the sun shines someplace else in the morning,
there's a strange flavor to the chaos in my soul
Why are you avoiding me, now that I'm here for you?
 
Chorus 1: I don't want to trouble you, today's not how it should be,
sometimes you go crazy when it's cold underwater—not by coincidence.
I don't want to trouble you, today's not how it should be,
not, not, not, not how it should be, how it should be.
 
There are words that get old pretty fast
and photos that only get torn by me.
Sometimes I wait for the right message
and there are days when I keep troubling you anyway.
 
Chorus 2: I don't want to trouble you, today's not how it should be, sometimes you lose—because of me, not by coincidence.
I don't want to trouble you, today's not how it should be,
not, not, not, not how it should be, how it should be.
 
The wind was singing a strange melody that day…
 
Chorus: I don't want to trouble you…
 
Not how it should be, I don't want to trouble you anymore… oh oh oh oh.
 
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Seven Times

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My mom and my acquaintances
Have told me so many times
That back when I was a child,
I didn't want to sleep at all
How often?
Seven times a week
Seven times
 
Syrup or juice
A chateau or a castle
That I didn't want to take
a single step back
How often?
Always seven times a week
Seven times
 
And that white is not black
And that warmth is not coldness
I was a petulant child
And I wanted to fight
How often?
Seven times a week
Seven times
 
My dad also recalled
how he watched for me from the window
It always got dark early here
And it was my day
How often?
Seven times a week
Seven times
 
That I wasn't delivered by a stork
And that devils aren't scary
Even though I fall asleep easily now
Sometimes I just want to laugh
So often
Always seven times a week
Seven times
 
That's how I am…
 
My mom always said
That I wanted to fight
And that I was a good liar
And that I didn't want to sleep
 
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