| Look into my eyes
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| Tell me you don't want me
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| That you have another, the wheel turns if you lie
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| I see you look OK, you're just doing what you want anyway
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| I'm talking in vain, that's proof you can't feel
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| You are not made to love
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| You want to be wrong
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| I do not know who you are
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| You're not what you seem to be, you don't know
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| That they all come back the same one day
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| I don't think you know me at all
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| All that's left is ashes, if it catches fire
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| I'm not coming back, I can't
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| Every effort is in vain, so stop
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| And you see everything so easily
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| I don't even recognize you sometimes
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| If we only knew from the beginning
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| Would we have done exactly what we didn't do?
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| What it means too late, tell me what I don't know
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| You don't lose a bet, it's not about who you want me to be
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| I think you're forgetting the idea, you're looking for the spark again
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| You don't hear anything I say, communication is the key
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| The discussion is the same, don't you think, tell me why I would…
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| It takes a while, so they've been running for about three years
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| I reconcile you with an orchid, the subject ends
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| I like you, I indulge, I shake off clichés
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| But I know that's not enough, you're looking for an answer
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| Don't fill any gaps with things that are extra
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| That's not normal, we're diametrically
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| Opposite, yes, yes, from beginning to end
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| You say things too lightly, as if you don't mind
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| When I know that inside…
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| And you see everything so easily
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| I don't even recognize you sometimes
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| And you see everything so easily
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| You make me feel like I'm dying, dying, dying
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| I don't even recognize you sometimes |