I take my step, the abyss is the point again
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Tired pathetic fear, an empty line
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Barefoot on fragments, assembled on branches
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And what's the point, I'm going in a full carriage,
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And you are somewhere at home, leafing through the photo of the album
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Chorus:
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It's not you, it's not me
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Filled the cup with cold morality
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It's not you, it's not me
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Feel the tsunami with dry lips
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It's not you, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me
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You are a black evening, I am your staff
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You are a jewel, I am a crystal
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And kindness, and walks only in dreams
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We believe in what we want
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Only when we lose we save
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The desire to continue believing in life
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Chorus:
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It's not you, it's not me
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Filled the cup with cold morality
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It's not you, it's not me
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Feel the tsunami with dry lips
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It's not you, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me
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It's not you, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me
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But let's unpack things, yearn
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Rhyming mate
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And our malice before
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Filled in houses ...
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Looked into my eyes through the kilometers
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We are the little life of the universe
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Chorus:
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It's not you, it's not me
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Filled the cup with cold morality
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It's not you, it's not me
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Feel the tsunami with dry lips
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It's not you, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me |