Lyrics March - Salomea

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Used to try and make a conversation
Staying friendly all and all along
I'd reply to every message with dedication
Smiling back at each and each and every one
Being rude was nothing of my type
And I never liked to fight
Conflicts had to be put straight
Even when taking shit from

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Today I am prepared to walk across the square
With my head lowered, ears covered
Eyes glued to the path I plan to follow
DNA from my ears to finger tips
I form a fist, I lift my chest towards my chin
Thinking I'm big
I think I'm big
I might provoke the mess
Caress with long hair and a dress
I confess, I am aware
Might be obsessed with thinking
Stress – no, I don't wanna look at you
Stress – no, I don't wanna talk to you
No – no, I don't wanna give a fuck

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Being rude was nothing of my type
And I never liked to fight
Conflicts had to be put straight
Even when taking shit from