| Betrayal
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| Maybe because I'm not in it
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| Maybe because I don't feel like it
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| I pray to the God betrayal
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| Maybe because I'm waiting for my moment
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| Maybe they have been in doubt for some time
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| Forgive me for the inconvenience, but in my heart I have a stray
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| Drinking from everyone's bowl I feel at ease
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| A massage with arnica, a passage into the afterlife
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| A taste of winter inside the rib cage
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| Sweet in my bed
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| A smoke of apparently flows from my septum
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| I know I was wrong, the hard part is admitting it
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| A shower has no effect, at least for the moment
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| The real weight of the faults are feathers on the chest
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| In a world of factories-huh
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| To love we use tactics-eh
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| Out of fear, because we are machines hating each other
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| I love my way, learn how I am
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| In the silences that so in silence there is only God
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| You ask me how old I am
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| Between falsehoods and time-worn promises
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| And tell me how old I am
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| Each with the face you wear most often
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| And I wasn't like that
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| But then everything changes is true
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| And I no longer recognize who I am
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| I will not remember you
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| Betrayal
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| Maybe because I'm not in it
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| Maybe because I don't feel like it
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| I pray to the God betrayal
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| Maybe because I'm waiting for my moment
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| Maybe they have been in doubt for some time
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| Forgive my hair, I'm next to the umbrella stand
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| On the landing of the house I ring the other bells
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| And I suffer from the affections, yes, well, no, not for the money because
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| I can never cry for what cannot cry for me
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| No it was not the case they say, almost putting themselves in danger
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| But it is much more so if being together seems like a bond
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| And since I was a child I have been looking for an exit from the alley
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| The words I say hold them tight in one ventricle
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| Hey, fish bowl I'm drowning in
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| Each comb already used has some knots
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| More difficult not to do it, I whisper to you on the other hand
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| I try to be happy before you ask me
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| How much do you love me?
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| You ask me how old I am
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| Between falsehoods and time-worn promises
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| And tell me how old I am
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| Each with the face you wear most often
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| And I wasn't like that
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| But then everything changes is true
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| And I no longer recognize who I am
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| I will not remember you
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| And I wasn't like that
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| And I wasn't like that
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| And I wasn't like that
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| And I wasn't like that
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| You ask me how old I am
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| Between falsehoods and time-worn promises
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| And tell me how old I am
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| Each with the face you wear most often
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| And I wasn't like that |