| Where are you?
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| I don't see you
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| Ana, it's hard for me to talk about you
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| You are a bird in my memory
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| I hear your free song from here
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| Between the hoarse mist of my lectern
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| Ana, with what solemnity
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| You split your diamond from my navel
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| Saying here your ego to tame
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| When it swells up, soak it in the sea
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| Every morning was an offering
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| Every night was imperial
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| A week made legend
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| I wrote it on your portal
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| when the world ends
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| let it end like this
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| when the world ends
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| Let it end like this, like this, like this
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| A) Yes
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| Ana, now who will lick each yearning feather of your nest
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| I was only a stamp of your saints
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| I take you here between the body and the sea
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| Every morning was an offering
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| Every night was imperial
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| A week made legend
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| I wrote it on your portal
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| when the world ends
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| let it end like this
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| when the world ends
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| Let it end like this, like this, like this
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| Ana, like this, Ana, like this, like this
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| Ana, like this, like this, Ana
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh |