' 'pain' 'depression' 'sadness' 'words' 'hurt' 'watsky' 'lyrics'
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Day, night, it doesn't mater
Only the sky is my saveour
The sky heals my cuts
The sky regarges me after the usuall breakdown
The sky cures my panic
The sky can not judge me
The sky can not interrupt me
There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planetAnd most of us have the audacity to think we matterHey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
