| I was not aware of that
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| That was not supposed to be my path
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| And nobody told me
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| I was lost at sea
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| My diamond was stolen
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| The one that could not be replaced
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| It left me an injury
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| A weapon inflicted on me
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| A sun devoid of his rays
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| Leafless trees in May
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| What if I want to die
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| What if I always cry
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| The wound of a heated blade
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| Soreness that does not fade
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| I was left behind the curtain
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| In the darkness, in vain
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| My pain is no cure for my doubts
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| My tears are not warm
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| You just arrived
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| And already seems to be leaving
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| A wound that will not heal
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| Through which escaped
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| All my tears
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| Now nothing can make me cry, no nothing can make me cry
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| But quietly
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| Everything is back, slowly
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| My despair faded
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| And my soul calmed down
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| A bitter taste journey
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| A ghost that came too quick
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| I was falling down
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| A brain meltdown
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| Lost and haggard looks
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| Your hand in mine
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| A gesture of healing
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| That makes me sing
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| I’m afraid of relapse
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| It will always dwell
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| I’m afraid of myself
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| Why I fell
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| But now, where am I?
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| Feel sad, but I don’t know why
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| Give me keys of wisdom
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| I sadly feel a schism
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| My mind, between emotion and reason
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| I have to be careful with some decision
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| The blindness of all my fears
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| Dazzled only by a tear
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| I open my arms, totally destitute
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| Here is my heart, with all my doubts
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| In the distance, I hear a flute
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| Perhaps the sign of appeasement
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| My head between the jaws of a vise
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| It will be hard to overcome
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| Don’t worry, I will succeed
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| Your confidence is all I need
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| In the distance, I hear a flute
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| I open my arms, totally destitute
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| Don’t worry, I will succeed
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| Your confidence is all I need
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| In the distance, I hear a flute
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| I open my arms, totally destitute
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| Don’t worry, I will succeed
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| Your confidence is all I need |