| Like a soul, dark and gloomy
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| Like a heater, which only cools
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| Like a song without a voice
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| Like one wanting to be two
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| Like a light, that does not illuminate
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| That's how I feel and I owe you one or two that I know, my voice
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| I try to write to the portrait of your love
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| The glass broke but the frame caught me
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| It was not a fantasy that was photographed
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| And you, so many times you appear and you are as real as if you were
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| Even when I think you're far out of my reach
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| You are in my dreams or in some phrase
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| And I don't think I'll ever love again
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| Nor that I give myself as I gave myself to you
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| And in my silence your love stayed
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| And I scream into the void a harmony without a voice
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| Every time I look up to the sky
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| And I don't see the moon, I have no consolation
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| Just a feeling of resignation
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| Between the goods of separation you took my heart
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| Like a soul, dark and gloomy
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| Like a heater, which only cools
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| Like a song without a voice
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| Like one wanting to be two
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| Like a light, that does not illuminate
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| With very few answers but many questions
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| Like a loneliness that scares
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| With desperation that consumes me inside
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| Believe me that's how I feel when I arrive and I don't find you
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| Like a soul, dark and gloomy
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| Like a heater, which only cools...
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| What
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| Sometimes I wanted to be inside you
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| To understand what I never understood
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| To understand why life turned like this
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| Or if what you want no longer looks like me
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| Or if the paths diverged too much
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| Or if it's just fate between you and me
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| The more love there is more danger |