I forget my old songs, sorry
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In them I gave myself to words
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So why doesn't sadness go away with them?
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And why does my head hurt so much?
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I never wrote down my thoughts
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My notebook did not become a cozy home for them
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Time passed and they grew
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Homeless children, children from the city of Coma
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I don't know calm sweet dreams
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I know restless dark nights
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So, probably, since the eleventh spring
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Killed minutes come to life in lines
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Something written with a pen on a piece of paper
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I don't even know when I wrote this
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So the heart wanted or was it boring?
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Maybe someone shone it, but didn't read it?
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I dreamed, I still dream
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Maybe that's why I keep writing
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We don't understand much, but I know for sure
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We will leave when we stop dreaming
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Thank you for what is and for what was
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I really appreciate these moments, honestly,
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But the best gift would be if
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People just remembered my songs
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe
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By the way, the night before yesterday was very beautiful.
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It snowed, painting a coral city
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Lanterns sobbed, filling arrays
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Light and with the wind carried away the cold
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Purely, and in the heart it even seemed
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That in this good fairy tale there is no evil at all
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Near the most native eyes
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Thank you for waiting for me
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The snowflakes on her hair didn't melt
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Angel, you are the most precious
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Happiness is here, and I was waiting for May?
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But you came to me much later
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It took a long time to understand
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In these seconds there is that very life
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In these seconds, here, and not somewhere
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Yes, and today is the New Year
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All the best, may your dreams come true
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I hope he takes away all the bad
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In our hands I plus you
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We shouldn't burn bridges
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We should build new planets
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After all, our days are blank canvases,
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And our thoughts are colors from the edge of the world
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe
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Understand this is my world
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Understand this is my soul
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Let me be myself for a moment
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There are no secrets and it's so easy to breathe |