| I forget all that cold gathered at once.
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| From time to time, from time to time
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| forbidden games take that cold out of us.
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| I slip through your fingers
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| your songs, your myths, today.
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| And we are desperate
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| for meeting and seeing us today
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| and see us today, that…
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| The more I desire, the more I move away.
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| I am a stranger here in my body.
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back
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| The more I wish, the more I move away
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| I am a stranger here in my body.
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back.
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| The timbers of old platforms creak
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| The dead roads want to take us
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| to new infinite crosses
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| impossible destinations,
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| never ending nights
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| And we are desperate
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| for meeting and seeing us today
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| Plus!
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| The more I desire, the more I move away.
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| I am a stranger here in my body.
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back.
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| The more I desire, the more I move away.
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| I am a stranger here in my body.
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back.
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| Plus!
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| The more I desire, the more I move away.
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| I am a stranger here in my body
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back.
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| The more I desire, the more I move away.
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| I am a stranger here in my body.
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| So calm despair.
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| I go out a lot, sometimes I come back! |