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TRUE BLUE to the point of breaking, to the point of going mad, in this painful night, quietly [embrace me] to the point of breaking, to the point of going mad, in this painful night, that's what I muttered... in this solitude which breaks me, I aimlessly count stars in my unfulfilled thoughts, I embrace this half-finished puzzle the hollow night outside my window casts a shadow on the glittering city the hands of the clock madly whispers silence coiling around me, TRUE BLUE, I turn to monochrome coiling around me, TRUE BLUE, this night won't end to the point of breaking, to the point of going mad, in this painful night, quietly [embrace me] to the point of breaking, to the point of going mad, in this painful night, that's what I muttered... coiling around me (is) TRUE BLUE ( = loneliness), I turn to monochrome coiling around me, TRUE BLUE, a puzzle with no end this TRUE BLUE won't leave me, in this time of solitude there are no answers... a room without anyone, a room without you, a room without anyone, I am disappearing...
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