| Overheated by passion, wired by the wind and nature
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| Surfing on the other side of the world
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| Ho sentito il mio corpo permearsi di paura
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| To lose all what I gained before
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| ‘Cause when you think to defeat it
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| Or at least to pander it, to accept it
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| Understand it, synthesize it, exorcise it, elaborate it
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| Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her
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| She wears young clothes, she has weaved
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| But she opens old wounds again
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| Queen, triumphant queen
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| Inconceivable and sovereign mystery
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| Time, time, we never get enough of you
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| Time, time, we never get enough of you
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| I dreamt to be bitten by a dog
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| I dreamt to give birth
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| I dreamt to die and to see myself blowing out
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| I dreamt to be swallowed by the fog
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| I dreamt to be a toy
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| I dreamt to be pierced by thousands needles
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| I didn’t feel any pain, I felt nothing!
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| Here she comes again, the death, when you were not expecting her
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| She wears young clothes, she has weaved
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| But she opens old wounds again
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| Queen, triumphant queen
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| Inconceivable and sovereign mystery |