Will you love me one day?
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Will you hate?
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This terrible silence
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Tell me something
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Will you return one day or
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Will you die without me?
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Say something like we're gonna be alright
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I was on your street that night
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This time I bought two packages
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Of course, again, my lands are tied
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My hair, my beard, everything is messy
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"I'm going home." |
I said for a moment
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My ass was sitting on that bench
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"Never mind, Aspo," they said, "forget it, you've done what you want to do, the rest is naivety."
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say goodbye at least
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Goodbye to this naive man left behind
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Is it too much
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Goodbye to my memories, my memories?
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One side of me will stay with you
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The other is always with another
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In my hand that smells of cigarettes
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photo, photo, photo, photo
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One side of me will stay with you
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The other is always with another
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In my hand that smells of cigarettes
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photo, photo, photo, photo
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Will you see me one day?
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I would get smaller
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This terrible feeling
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Tell me something
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Will you kiss once or
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Will you push it into the abyss?
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Say something like we're gonna make love
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I was on your street that night
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This time I bought two bottles
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Of course, my mind is crowded again
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My hair, my beard, everything is different
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"Let me knock on your door." |
I said for a moment
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Just at that moment, your light came on
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Never mind Aspo, walk home now
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Never mind Aspo, walk and go
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say goodbye at least
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Goodbye to this naive man left behind
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Is it too much
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Goodbye to my memories, my memories?
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One side of me will stay with you
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The other is always with another
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In my hand that smells of cigarettes
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photo, photo, photo, photo
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One side of me will stay with you
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The other is always with another
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In my hand that smells of cigarettes
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photo, photo, photo |