| If the first glance is the one that counts
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| This is already taught by mothers
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| I will recover my sanity towards a mass grave
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| stitched to questions
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| Sour is the taste
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| Of the night in abandon
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| It will be the day I start
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| Return
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| my memory clogs me
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| senses distract me
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| and they are wrong
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| In the waters of certainty
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| we made the promise
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| From the waters of pokara
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| And the perfume that emanates from sex
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| It will melt into a new cry
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| I've never trusted very thin lips
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| I flee from them like a fugitive, and you tame the waves
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| That breaks against my veins, you purify the air
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| In the waters of certainty, we made the promise
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| From the waters of pokara
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| And the perfume that emanates from sex
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| It will melt into a new cry
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| From the embers of a constellation
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| To the perishable world
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| Blessed was the cause of my fortune
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| And from the land lost in childhood
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| To the perishable world
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| Blessed was the house of my fortune
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| Something that I have not been allowed
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| And now I search between your bones
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| Something that from so far away
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| I thought it wasn't, I thought it wasn't my style
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| When you leave your dream you will know
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| that you have died
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| And the worms are always hungry
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| The East does not believe in sarcasm
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| That once ruled us, I am the tamed lion
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| In the waters of certainty
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| we made the promise
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| From the waters of pokara
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| And the perfume that emanates from sex
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| It will melt into a new cry
|
| From the embers of a constellation
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| To the perishable world
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| Blessed was the cause of my fortune
|
| And from the land lost in childhood
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| To the perishable world
|
| Blessed was the house of my fortune
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| Something that I have not been allowed
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| And now I search between your bones
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| Something that from so far away
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| I thought it wasn't, I thought it wasn't my style
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| When you leave your dream you will know
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| that you have died
|
| And the worms are always hungry
|
| The East does not believe in sarcasm
|
| That once ruled us, I am the tamed lion
|
| In the waters of certainty
|
| we made the promise
|
| From the waters of pokara
|
| And the perfume that emanates from sex
|
| It will melt into a new cry
|
| From the embers of a constellation
|
| To the perishable world
|
| Blessed was the cause
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| of my fortune
|
| And from the land lost in childhood
|
| To the perishable world
|
| Blessed was the house of my fortune
|
| Something that I have not been allowed
|
| And now I search between your bones
|
| Something that from so far away
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| I thought it wasn't
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| I thought it was not my style |