| Immense storms, your hand and mine
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| You got something, I don't know what it is
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| There's so much melodic in your fantasy
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| And a touch of mystery, my limit
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| I keep some memory that I shouldn't
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| I know, what can I do?
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| Monotony happens to all of us
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| He wins us the battle sometime, sometime
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| That's why, my life, for the day to day
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| For teaching me to see the bluest sky
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| For being my partner and giving me your energy
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| My gratitude does not fit in a life
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| For putting up with my bad times and manias
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| For keeping secrets in no trunk
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| I want to be for once
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| Capable of winning and losing
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| Forgive me if you see me lose my composure
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| Seriously, I appreciate you being mine
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| If you see that my song does not turn out
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| Let me know and I pick up the melancholy, melancholy
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| I will leave you an illusion
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| Wrapped in a promise of eternal passion
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| A hope painted on a sea of cardboard
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| A new world that follows where one day you put it
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| you are that woman
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| For whom I feel that man capable of loving
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| Living every second the first time
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| knowing that you loved me
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| And all that you gave me
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| Keep my hacking memory
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| Spill the secrets: open that trunk
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| Let's continue to be accomplices in company
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| Of what you gave me under the blue sky
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| For putting up with my bad times and manias
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| For keeping secrets that you keep for me
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| I want to be for once
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| Capable of winning and losing
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| Sorry if I ever kept my composure
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| You do not know what it has been that you have been mine
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| I understand that you used up all your sweetness
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| But don't ask me, girl
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| The melancholy, melancholy
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| I will leave you an illusion
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| Wrapped in a promise of eternal passion
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| A hope painted on a sea of cardboard
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| A new world that follows where one day you put it
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| you are that woman
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| For whom I feel that man capable of loving
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| I live every second the first time
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| knowing that you loved me
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| And all that you gave me |