| The evening sun shines on the sea
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| Forgotten dreams come back to me
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| A river run dry returns in flood
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| Running through my veins
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| Running through my blood
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| It was a very special magic moment’s glance
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| A dreamer back in paradise
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| A dancer lost in trance
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| Every word you said still echoes in my ears
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| When I close my eyes I still hear every noise
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| I would not waste a minute, if I had the choice
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| If I could make the winds raise with a prayer
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| I would call them all to take me there
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| Rivers run dry, but waters flow
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| No sun in the sky, but flowers grow
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| A silent scream that hurts my ears
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| A friendly word that causes fears
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| That’s what we are
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| We live in the age of the paradox man
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| In riddles we speak and riddles we are
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| I cannot take anymore
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| From the day of our birth we are searching for tenderness
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| For the love we need and acceptance we seek without cautiousness
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| With every day that goes by our demands grow
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| While our conscience seems to get less
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| I am just like this myself
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| And so that is what I confess
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| It is a wired game we play
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| Everyone so led astray
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| How I wish there was somebody
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| That I could count upon
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| How many times in my life have I sold my own identity
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| Have I been the victim of my own incapacity
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| It’s an endless flow
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| A constant up and down
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| Sometimes we are close to reach a shore
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| Sometimes we are close to drowning
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| Forever it goes on
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| From our first day to the last
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| There are some precious moments in between
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| They are all I need
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| They are all I care for
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| Rivers run dry, but waters flow
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| No sun in the sky, but flowers grow
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| «Yes» we say, but «No» we mean
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| Mostly things are not what they seem
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| That’s how it is
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| We live in an age of paradoxes
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| Encoded in riddles
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| But nobody knows what they mean anymore
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| Wasting years with a second’s levity
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| Undermining laws of gravity
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| Generations sacrificed on the altar of progress
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| If there would only be a place somewhere
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| That could offer me some rest
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| Where I could stay until this storm is over
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| So here is my request
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| It’s an endless flow
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| A constant up and down
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| Sometimes we are close to reach a shore
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| Sometimes we are close to drowning
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| Forever it goes on
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| From our first day to the last
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| There are some precious moments in between
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| They are all I need
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| They are all I care for
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| Higher than high becomes lower than low
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| We go faster than fast, but move slower than slow
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| Perspectives change in the moment of truth
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| The travesty ends in the moment of proof
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| It was a very special magic moment’s glance
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| A dreamer back in paradise
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| A dancer lost in trance
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| Every word you said still echoes in my ears
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| The shining sparkle in your eyes
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| This is all I need
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| This is all I care for |