| You’re sitting there
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| Writing your story on the edge of dreams
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| Like someone had before you
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| (Questo amore questo amore
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| Dolce vita senza amore)
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| Some say love is blind
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| Still it’s hard to find
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| The one that unfolds my truth (my truth)
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| So I’m sitting by the phone
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| Helpless and alone
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| I’m waiting for someone to call
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| I wish you were mine
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| Wish we could find
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| A time and place to be alone
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| Because without you I’m incomplete
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| So help me
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| Gotta think twice, to realize
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| I’m telling you my story now
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| It is written for me but untold to you
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| (Questo amore questo amore
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| Dolce noches senza amore)
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| If you care to look
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| In my storybook
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| All pages have got your name (but whose to blame)
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| But you look upon my face
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| And tell me I’ve got grace
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| But that’s not enough for me
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| I wish you were mine
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| Wish we could find
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| A Time and place to be alone
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| Because without you I’m incomplete
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| So Help me
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| Gotta think twice, to realize
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| I’m telling you my story now
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| It is written for me but untold to you
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| So strike a pose
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| So strike a pose
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| Ooooooooh
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| I’ll be there for you
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| So strike a pose
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| So strike a pose
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| Wish you were mine
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| I wish you a goodbye (I'll be there for you)
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| (Questo amore questo amore
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| Dolce noches senza amore) |