| Every time I look at you, I create a romance
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| I chase you, mute, every moment
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| I say little because I'm not one to give hints
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| I regret what I say in uncertain sentences
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| If I try to be direct, fear attacks me
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| without being able to do anything
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| I know I try to beat myself and end with dumbness
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| When I get close, I forget everything and I don't have a chance
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| I'm comforted, it was the wrong moment, maybe
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| But actually, nothing hides my shyness
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| I carry with me the great agony
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| To think about you, every time of the day
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| I carry with me the great agony
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| Maybe write a poem
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| In which to shout your name
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| I don't know if it's worth it
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| maybe just phone
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| I rehearse myself, but nothing comes out
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| Your face distracts me and, like a lightning bolt
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| I cover up, I disguise
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| I camouflage, I undo
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| I take a deep breath
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| Today I tell the world
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| I changed my face and image, but you smiled at me
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| There went my courage
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| you inhibited me
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| I know I try to beat myself and end with dumbness
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| When I get close, I forget everything and I don't have a chance
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| I'm comforted, it was the wrong moment, maybe
 | 
| But actually, nothing hides my shyness
 | 
| I carry with me the great agony
 | 
| To think about you, every time of the day
 | 
| I carry with me the great agony
 | 
| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness
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| In fact, nothing hides my shyness |