| You know, I can't help but say
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| What a love can? |
| hurt Like crosses on the back
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| Like wax still hot on the skin
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| Like light bulbs turned on just as soon as one day is born
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| I never thought, never,
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| That you would go away
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| Basically I was convinced that we had
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| Something abnormal, something special, us
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| Everything is fine like this?
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| And now here we are
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| Everything is fine all the same
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| But without you ...
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| Do not? |
| the same thing
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| It is an emotion that settles down
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| When the memories don't fade
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| After all, the stories do not end
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| Do not? |
| the same thing
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| A poem is not? |
| the prose
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| These are words that return
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| Insecurities in the stomach
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| Then, could you tell me why? |
| it always ends up like this?
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| Among those who love each other too much
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| Among those who discover a way
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| Everything is fine like this?
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| And now here we are
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| I'm always that fool
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| But without you ...
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| Do not? |
| the same thing
|
| It is an emotion that settles down
|
| When the memories don't fade
|
| After all, the stories do not end
|
| Do not? |
| the same thing
|
| A poem is not? |
| the prose
|
| These are words that return
|
| Insecurities in the stomach
|
| Do not? |
| the same thing
|
| It is an emotion that settles down
|
| When the memories don't fade
|
| After all, the stories do not end
|
| Do not? |
| the same thing
|
| A poem is not? |
| the prose
|
| These are words that return
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| Insecurities in the stomach
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| Lalalalala ...
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| (Thanks to Caly, yogi for this text) |