You know, thinking about you I understand that
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after all it is useless to talk to each other
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and then not believe it
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you know, it hurts a little to delude yourself
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and then find yourself without
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a weaker why
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maybe you will still miss them
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our troubles and those nights that knew about us
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you know, thinking about you I understand that
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it would be enough to make sense of yourself and go on, the wounds do not close by themselves but it would be useless if you do not speak I was looking for a little of you, of you it would be enough with time to find yourself, to rediscover the new taste that is in you,
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stay inside a story
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and not looking for each other.
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You know, thinking about you I understand that
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you are among the pages to live in my days
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you know, how I would like you at least to remain as you are a poem to write
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maybe only your twenties will burn you and that desire to defend yourself from me, you know, thinking of you I understand that
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it would be enough to make sense and move on, the wounds do not close by themselves,
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stay inside a story and not look for yourself
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and never look for each other, I've never thought about it, abandon yourself and then never defend yourself from us I swear to you love never tomorrow and never will be if you leave all this all inside
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you will bring
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it would be enough to make sense of it and go on, it would be enough
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but it won't do any good if you don't talk
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I was looking for a little of you, of you it would be enough to make sense of yourself and go on, it would be enough
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I was looking for a little of you, of you.
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(Thanks to Raffaella for this text) |