| I don't know yet, who are you?
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| Tell me, by whom were you created?
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| Into my atmosphere, breathing life.
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| You entered like an unidentified object.
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| And I can't be saved, probably.
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| This virus entered my pulse.
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| And the world familiar to me, as if.
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| Became some other.
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| I see the sun of your Universe.
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| And as soon as I touch it.
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| I will burn, but I will stay with you.
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| Run away, get away from the plot.
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| With you for one thing, to the bottom, a thin glare of love.
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| Light smell, amaretto.
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| Words have proved everything, your theorems.
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| I don't know the answer yet.
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| To thousands of different "buts" between me and you.
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| But in coffee-colored eyes.
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| I see fire and it looks so much like love.
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| You, my nonsense, object.
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| Recognized by us.
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| And when, even for a moment, you are not around.
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| It's just a loss of consciousness.
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| Even if it doesn't get better.
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| I am not looking for salvation.
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| I myself voluntarily surrendered to this phantom captivity.
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| Losing my soul with every step.
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| I also know what I want.
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| And what do I leave behind.
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| Run away, get away from the plot.
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| With you for one thing, to the bottom, a thin glare of love.
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| Light smell, amaretto.
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| Words have proved everything, your theorems.
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| I don't know the answer yet.
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| To thousands of different "buts" between me and you.
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| But in coffee-colored eyes.
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| I see fire and it is like two drops like love.
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| How two drops are like love...
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| Looks like love...
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| For love...
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| Run away, get away from the plot.
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| With you for one thing, to the bottom, a thin glare of love.
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| Light smell, amaretto.
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| Words have proved everything, your theorems.
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| I don't know the answer yet.
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| To thousands of different "buts" between me and you.
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| But in coffee-colored eyes.
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| I see fire and it is like two drops like love. |