| I didn't think that breaking up with you was going to cost me so much
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| That one day I was going to find the last of my shoe
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| That after losing you I was going to love you more
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| That the bad moments were more than the good ones
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| That they only served me to hide them
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| Today I have to laugh biting my lips
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| And swallow all my words one by one
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| And how it hurts to see your wings cut
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| And look at you in other arms unconsciously sad
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| Look with this bad step and who among us you tell me
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| Well, he was the only one to blame for you packing your bags
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| Today with my throat cut I will drink from the same glass
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| And from the same bitter drink that you drank because of me
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| What's the point of me feeling it and regretting it by the way
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| If with my repentance my conscience is not relieved...
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| What irony after despising you I look for your company
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| Today I knock on the door that one day I threw in your face
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| Maybe without realizing how much I hurt you
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| I never wanted to listen when you talked to me
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| I was only dedicated to turning my back on you
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| And today that I've turned around I can't find you
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| Why did you get tired of the same story
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| And how it hurts to look for you at dawn
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| And find myself with the pillow and the perfume of your body
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| A silence that speaks to me in the name of your memories
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| A memory that catches me and ties me by the hands
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| I am guilty of turning us off little by little
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| Every single blow I gave you with my words
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| Well, I didn't give a damn what you thought of me
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| And today this mockery of mine has cost me a bit
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| And how it hurts to see your wings cut
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| And look at you in other arms unconsciously sad
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| Look with this bad step and who among us you tell me
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| Well, he was the only one to blame for you packing your bags
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| Today with my throat cut I will drink from the same glass
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| And from the same bitter drink that you drank because of me
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| What's the point of me feeling it and regretting it by the way
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| If with my repentance my conscience is not relieved... |