| Have always been able to trust my indiscretion
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| Have always been able to drop my skull to the ground
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| Have always been sure I can make mistakes
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| It gives me security in the stench, deceived by the thought
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| Do you think we can call on someone of common sense?
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| Who can see what we do and understand what we mean
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| I think you're looking for more than you see
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| But I see you smile and I think you doubt
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| When we really pretend from the heart and the dream
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| Can we wake up with time and sans in sleep
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| Because we all live with the feeling of falling
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| And at the bottom of emptiness we stand on top
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me
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| Wherever I turn in the world, I stand here empty-handed
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| Longing for something that can save me |