| I seldom see your gentle face, your lovely ways
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| The places and the sounds I lived when you were there
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| And you’ve spoken to my eyes and filled the void into my brain
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| I was fragile and I felt for a while like in a shelter
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| And you know when I cry and dig inside of me
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| Then I look for the moments when I used to live,
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| Finding every word swallowed for a matter of pride,
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| 'cause only there I find you
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| And I remember now to bring you back,
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| I remember the stories and the bruise on my hand,
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| To tell you more about me
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| For the time you had beside me.
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| So going on and bang my head I realized
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| That coolness is a weapon that you can’t deny,
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| 'cause while you lose your time to get your own integrity,
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| It erodes your humanity
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| Does it slowly, does it from within.
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| And you know when I cry and dig inside of me
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| Then I look for the moments when I used to live,
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| Finding every word swallowed for a matter of pride,
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| 'cause only there I find you
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| And I remember now to bring you back,
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| I remember the stories and the bruise on my hand,
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| To tell you more about me
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| For the time you had beside me.
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| In my nights, forever dense, I guess you’re here,
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| It seems I can catch you now, not to let you go,
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| Catch you now, not to let you go, because now I know
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| Now I hear you, now I know, now…
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| And from the top of my reserve without a sense,
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| One day I came there just in time to say goodbye
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| Then I’ve reached the highest peaks of world, I did all by myself,
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| I tried to thank you for the first time,
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| But maybe I didn’t shout enough.
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| And you know when I cry and dig inside of me
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| Then I look for the moments when I used to live,
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| Finding every word swallowed for a matter of pride,
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| 'cause only there I find you
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| And I remember now to bring you back,
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| I remember the stories and the bruise on my hand,
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| To tell you more about me
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| For the time you had beside me. |