| Like it was wrote
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| You appear in a place
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| And not knowing why
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| Your dreams comes true
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| Fighting too much to get it
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| So many walls to jump
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| So many questions to answer
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| So many problems without solution
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| So many pain without pardon
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| And you understand how difficult is
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| That your eternal dream comes true
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| And you understand how difficult is
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| That your eternal dream comes true
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| I’m caught in a magic spell
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| In spite of the long distance between us
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| Day after day
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| Night after night
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| My head is going on circles
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| That makes impossible to me to forget
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| Although I am
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| Who denies his help
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| The image of the dark ceiling
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| Makes me think in everything I’ve lived
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| Makes me think in everything I’ve had
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| And now I haven’t got
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| And I feel a current through my dorsal spine
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| That shakes all my being
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| Like a void eating my soul
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| Later I breath, keeping the air,
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| Keeping the tears, keeping the screams
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| I unleash it all!
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| And a descomunal rage invades my eyes
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| Flooding them with a lake of memories
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| Happens what happens, they’ll always be mine
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| And will be in my dreams
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| Which I’ll never forget and help me to keep waiting
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| …to keep waiting |