Looking at old things, I found a poem
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On a napkin, almost erased
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It was just a few lines, it was my letter
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It was dedicated, to the woman I love
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The verses were sad and poorly achieved
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But they were a reflection of those years
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The most terrible years that have happened to me
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And while I read them I drowned in tears
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I don't get used to it no, I don't get used to it
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I still remember her when I go to bed
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And when I wake up love, I tremble with fear
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Finding out I was only in my dream
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I don't get used to it no, I don't get used to it
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I did a thousand things to start over
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I stopped hanging out with mutual friends
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But I feel like I'm a prisoner at that time
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Looking at old things, I found a picture
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It was seen in her, kissing my eyes
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I would now like to close them and feel the same
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After so much time, today I ask little
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I don't get used to it no, I don't get used to it
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I still remember her when I go to bed
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And when I wake up love, I tremble with fear
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Finding out it was only in my dreams
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I don't get used to it no, I don't get used to it
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I did a thousand things to start over
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I stopped hanging out with mutual friends
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But I feel like I'm a prisoner at that time
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I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you Like a madman I did a thousand things
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to start over
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I tried a thousand routes all lead to you
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I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you No no no, I don't know how to forget
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Your memory in my memory
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And since I want it, I leave it there
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I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you And I repeat that I can't get used to it
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What would I not give in the morning to wake up
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and that you were with me here
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I can not, I can not
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I don't know how to live without you It's that when love
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It feels like this so deep inside
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It becomes a hell to the heart
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I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you This loneliness is killing me, it's killing me
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And in the silence I miss your voice
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I can't get used to it, I don't know how to live without you I'm not free because I feel like I'm a prisoner
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At that time |