| What childish fragility
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| The belief that I have you
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| Stroking a cut rose
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| With cruelty
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| Distant gazes are already lost
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| We are desert oceans
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| Try as hard I can't understand
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| How are you what you want
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| Distracted hands
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| Sensuality
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| Between us it is a jumble of gestures
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| Cornered, you admit, you're tired of me
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| And you ask me what she tastes like
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| That euphoria of the beginnings
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| Despite my best efforts, I cannot understand what you are like
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| What do you want
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| That you don't just care about us
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| But of a past that never passes
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| I want to understand who you are
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| What do you want you want from me. |
| Self
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| Love the subtle reminder of who
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| He is more able to make people suffer
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| My crazy love this is too much for me
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| Like a pioneer looking for who knows
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| What frontiers of infidelity
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| You don't have the normal urge to be with me
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| Only with me
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| You can also love like that if you like
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| What do you choose that I have already chosen
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| But maybe you too can't understand
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| How are you what you want
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| That you don't just care about us
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| But of a past that never passes
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| I want to understand who you are
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| What do you want you want from me. |
| Self
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| You love the subtle memory of those who are more able to make people suffer
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| My troubled love, I'm crazy for you
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| When you speak in your silences
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| Then you kiss me and everything is bearable
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| That you don't just care about us
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| But of a past that never passes
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| I want to understand who you are
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| What do you want you want from me. |
| Self
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| Love the subtle reminder of who
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| He is more able to make people suffer
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| Goodbye love take care of yourself |