I don't know how to think if I don't see you
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I can't hear if it's not your voice
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In my loneliness
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I write to you and give you
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In each kiss the heart
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ooh
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The sun goes out in my window
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And I haven't heard from you for a long time
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tell me how it went
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If you are also alone
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And if you think of me
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I'm still here
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In all the words, a thousand caresses and glances
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You gave me what nobody gave me in my life
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Your memory consoles me, keeps me awake
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It poisons me so much every day
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What would you do if you lose this poor heart?
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And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is oblivion
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Do not believe me when I tell you that in oblivion I am with you even if you are not
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And every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it
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You do not believe me
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I don't know how to dream if it's not with you
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I just want to see you again
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And whisper in your ear everything I've written on this paper
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Understand me
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In all the words, a thousand caresses and glances
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You gave me what nobody gave me in my life
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Your memory consoles me, keeps me awake
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It poisons me so much every day
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What would you do if you lose this poor heart?
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And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is oblivion
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Do not believe me when I tell you that in oblivion I am with you even if you are not
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And every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it
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And you don't believe me when I tell you that there will be no one who loves you like I do
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When I ask you not to leave me in oblivion without reason
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Entertaining myself in the memory is the remedy that I have left of your love
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And if I give myself to you sincere
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And I speak to your heart
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I hope you don't give me back a goodbye
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And you don't believe me when I tell you that distance is oblivion
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Do not believe me when I tell you that in oblivion I am with you even if you are not
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And every day, every hour, every moment I think of you and you don't see it
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And you don't believe me when I tell you that there will be no one who loves you like I do
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When I ask you not to leave me in oblivion without reason
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Entertaining myself in the memory is the remedy that I have left of your love
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You do not believe me |