| I have a bomb
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| inside the heart
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| a bomb that soon, soon
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| explodes, explodes
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| Thoughts and words
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| they don't know that
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| that basically
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| to the heart
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| happens, it explodes
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| But you think how strange
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| we love and hate each other
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| like this
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| How fragile and predictable we are
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| We are all unique yet similar
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| We get lost in sparks that count zero
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| but they make sparks
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| That life is beautiful you think about it
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| and in the meantime it is already over
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| There is an ocean of appearances
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| that slowly, slowly
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| pulls everyone to the bottom, to the bottom
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| There is a jungle in the brain
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| a jungle
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| than if you think about it
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| makes you shiver
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| the "abadibidi" shivers
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| But you think how strange
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| they love us and we hate each other
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| like this
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| How fragile and predictable we are
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| We are all unique yet similar
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| We get lost in sparks that count zero
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| but they make sparks
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| That life is beautiful you think about it
|
| and in the meantime it is already over
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| How fragile and predictable we are
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| We are all unique yet similar
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| We get lost in sparks that count zero
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| but they make sparks
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| That life is beautiful you think about it
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| and in the meantime it is already over
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| and in the meantime it is already over
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| But think about life that is beautiful
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| and in the meantime it is already over
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| How fragile and predictable we are
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| We are all unique yet similar
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| We get lost in sparks that count zero
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| but they make sparks
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| That life is beautiful you think about it
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| and in the meantime it is already over |