| Yes in the firmament
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| power i had
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| this black night
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| the same as a well
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| with a little knife
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| moon moon
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| will cut the irons
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| of your dungeon
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| If I were queen of daylight
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| Of the wind and the sea
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| slave rope
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| I would gird myself for your freedom
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| Oh pity, pity, pity, pity
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| pity of my heart
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| That runs through my veins, pity
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| With the force of a cyclone
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| It is the same as a cloud
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| Of darkness and pederná
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| He is a runaway colt who doesn't know where he is going
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| It's a desert of sand, pity
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| It's my glory from a penalty
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| Oh pity, oh pity, oh pity, pity, pity
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| I don't want flowers, money, or palms
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| I want you to let me cry your regrets
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| And be by your side, darling of the soul
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| Drinking the tears of your soleares
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| My eyes hurt from looking without seeing you
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| stuffed with you
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| Who are to blame for your bad luck
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| my april rose
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| Oh, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
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| pity of my heart
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| That runs through my veins, pity
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| With the force of a cyclone
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| It is the same as a cloud of darkness and flint
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| He is a runaway colt who doesn't know where he is going
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| It's a desert of sand, pity
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| It's my glory from a penalty
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| Oh pity, oh pity, oh pity, pity, pity |