Maybe you didn't trust yourself
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Your heart didn't grow up with dry tears, child
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Don't think it's enough to breathe, you haven't learned to live
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Your heart didn't grow up with dry tears, child
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Don't think it's enough to breathe, you haven't learned to live
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I tried, you say you tried, you don't understand
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Do you think that the end of every love is suffering?
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Do lovers really go?
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Does love end with leaving?
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The heart is like a rose, do the thorns pierce the heart?
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The scent of rose remains in the hand of the one who touches you, in the hand
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Do not think that the heart lives under the auspices of lies
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Persecutions become thorns in your zeal
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Don't forget the beauty of the thorn is only thanks to the rose
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The scent of rose remains in the hand of the one who touches you, in the hand
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Do not think that the heart lives under the auspices of lies
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Persecutions become thorns in your zeal
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Don't forget the beauty of the thorn is only thanks to the rose
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SMELL OF ROSE
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You didn't try to love boy
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Maybe you didn't trust yourself
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Your heart didn't grow up with dry tears, child
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Don't think it's enough to breathe, to live
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you didn't learn
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I tried, you say you tried, you don't understand
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Do you think that the end of every love is suffering?
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Do lovers really go?
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Does love end with leaving?
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The heart is like a rose, do the thorns pierce the heart?
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The scent of rose remains in the hand of the one who touches you, in the hand
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Do not think that the heart lives under the auspices of lies
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Persecutions become thorns in your zeal
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Don't forget the beauty of the thorn is only thanks to the rose
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The scent of rose remains in the hand of the one who touches you, in the hand
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Do not think that the heart lives under the auspices of lies
|
Persecutions become thorns in your zeal
|
Don't forget the beauty of the thorn is only thanks to the rose
|
The scent of rose remains in the hand of the one who touches you, in the hand
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Do not think that the heart lives under the auspices of lies
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Persecutions become thorns in your zeal
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Don't forget the beauty of the thorn is only thanks to the rose |