| You were mine when I was young
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| Why does it take so long?
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| When you were here, it was warm
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| Now it’s just a bitter storm
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| Now I’m older, turning white
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| Watching days turn into nights
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| Now I’m older and I’m grave
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| Tell me, what’s been left to save?
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| Pardon my reflection
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| In the mirror, at your feet
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| Before you go, please tell me
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| «Was it all inside of me?»
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| «I'll leave here in the morning»
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| You were mine when I was young
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| Why does it take so long?
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| Now I’m older and I’m grave
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| Tell me, «what's been left to save?»
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| I held you in the morning
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| In the doorway of the sea
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| «Pardon my reflection
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| It was all inside of me.»
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| We slowly fall from grace
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| We slowly fade away… |