Unbearable, but mine.
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I'm not omnipotent, but I'm ready for you
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Throw away the old; |
everything navie, believe me -
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You are my most, only mine now.
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Arrows up and down;
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Either a light step, or a run; |
how to be in time?
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Thousands of faces above. |
Sleepy Avenue, easel -
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And everything would be fine if not
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Unbearable, but mine.
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I'm not omnipotent, but I'm ready for you
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Throw away the old; |
everything navie, believe me -
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You are my most, only mine now.
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Stop, friend! |
Give me at least a breath of fresh air.
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What's the commotion here? |
And why among all, only I am the one who;
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Who does not have a soul in her. |
So blind and so desperate
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Millions of people and events around, but I don't notice.
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Unbearable, but mine.
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I'm not omnipotent, but I'm ready for you
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Throw away the old; |
everything navie, believe me -
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You are my most, only mine now.
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Let's leave it as it is, shall we?
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I, too, got this uncertainty.
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But you are perfect. |
Eternal in my thoughts.
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You are a dream, and I'm already flying towards you in the opposite direction.
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Unbearable, but mine.
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I'm not omnipotent, but I'm ready for you
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Throw away the old; |
everything navie, believe me -
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You are my most, only mine now.
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Unbearable, but mine.
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I'm not omnipotent, but I'm ready for you
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Throw away the old; |
everything navie, believe me -
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You are my most, only mine now.
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You are mine! |