| It happened in December
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| In the days when things get sad for no reason
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| Strangers share a drink called loneliness
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| And this city turns into the coldest place
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| Then I keep you in mind from time to time
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| I resist to scream your name out loud
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| I’m sorry I gave you everything I had
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| Without making sure you ever desired it
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| People get tired of being sad, being pushed aside
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| And then they leave
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| Even though they promised they would not
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| And it’s not as if I did not try
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| But somewhere between being who you needed
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| And being who I should become
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| I became a stranger to us both
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| Teach your heart how to cherish the people around you
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| Before they depart
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| You know they surely will
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| If not by a choice, death steals them away
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| And you’ll have the remains of your life
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| To dwell in regrets
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| 'Cause the gallows won’t disappear
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| And for sure the graves won’t fill
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| And for sure the graves won’t fill
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| This is the death of our youths
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| The requiem to our dreams
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| Almost thirty summers passed
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| And dropped down on me like fallen leaves
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| No, we didn’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain
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| Now we sing and drink besides the graves we’ve dug
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| Perhaps one day we will meet again
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| Two stars colliding for another time
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| Recognizing the pieces of ourselves
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| We left behind in each other’s heart
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| So search for me in the pitch black night
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| When the stars hide behind the clouds
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| And my heart longs for you
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| Whatever you do, search for me
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| Steal my heart in autumn
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| Where I fall in love by time
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| We roam the fields together
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| Counting stars and fighting sleep
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| No, I’m not feeling better yet
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| It seems I just got used to the words
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| 'Cause the gallows won’t disappear
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| And for sure the graves won’t ever fill
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| This was the death of our youths
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| This was the requiem to our dreams
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| Almost thirty summers passed
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| And dropped down on me like fallen leaves
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| No, we didn’t even ask for happiness, no, just a little less pain
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| This is where we sing and drink besides the graves we’ve dug
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| Besides the graves we’ve dug |