Two whole years, after that last breath you took in my arms
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Two whole years have passed and I could only write two lines
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Don't think I left and went, throwing soil on it...
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Tell me how does death smell
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The world makes me tired without you
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If you don't come, it will hurt me
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The world asks you every day
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Tell me how does death smell
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The days get longer because you're gone
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The world asks you every day, I don't answer...
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I'm sure you saw me when I came to you today
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'Cause when I came near you I'm sure I saw you
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I thought a lot as I walked home crying
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Do you know? |
You made me sad for the first time in my life
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These eyes that shine in your arms are now dark
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All the flowers that bloomed while you were there have withered away now
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My arm wing is broken and I have narrowed
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But I thought your laughter wouldn't stop
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It's empty, the time you've filled your sleep
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And you're on that balcony where you wait for me every time I look
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You're on my mind with the last smile you left
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I know it's true but it's so hard to remove it
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Your white hair is still hidden in my drawer
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I haven't turned up the music since you left
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My hands write, but my funeral is already up
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Forgive me
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I miss your voice the most, and listening to me from you
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You used to love watching me from the window on the way to work
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The day an angel brazenly came and asked me for you, I said no
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However, he took it and left without listening.
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The songs you forgot while still singing in this house
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And forgive, this is the first song I wrote for you
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I'm as weak as the first day you got mad at me
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As guilty as the first day you got mad at me
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It was like your hair was always white, your heart was always clean
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You said enough was enough and you were leaving and you were very tired.
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It was suddenly evening, I held them tightly
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You smiled and held my hands as if to say goodbye
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You kept silent to me when death was read from your eyes
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On the other hand, I would breathe fire at the end of the bed and keep silent for you.
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I know that I was always hurt for the first time and I was always a child
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I'm getting old now you're still my dear woman |