Listen, I don't need much
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I'm not trying to change you or make you better
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I don’t get into the soul, I avoid stuffy conversations
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I'm not one of those who heats up, rather, who puts out
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And obviously I wouldn't have made it if I didn't love you
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"He's not on friendly terms with his head," gossiped the rumor,
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And I, spitting, let everything pass me by
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Only was he right, not attaching meaning to words
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I don't know, and I probably won't know for sure
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Where in this life to put a dot, and where an ellipsis
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How to choose the right path when love clouds your eyes
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And do not stumble as when the soil suddenly becomes unsteady
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Although you know, however, I am generally and generally satisfied
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What I have, I keep, nothing is set to lose
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I feel so calm when you are next to me,
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But other? |
And the rest is empty!
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If it were possible
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Restart
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What would you change
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So I would like to know
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Maybe I'm completely different
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I would become in your eyes
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If it were possible
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Time to turn back
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If it were possible
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Restart
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What would you change
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So I would like to know
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Maybe I'm completely different
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I would become in your eyes
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If it were possible
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Time to turn back
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Do you remember, we were told that we are not a couple
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Like an Olympian goddess and a titan from Tartarus
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Classical violin and flamenco guitar
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It would seem that they are incompatible, but suddenly they began to play
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Together and somehow more interesting songs immediately became
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And he sang along at that time as if the whole world was to us
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Some maestro of skillful hand with a light gesture
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Intertwined the strings of our souls, like a dashing magician
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Since then, we can't live without each other
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We disperse, converge again, and again in a circle
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Each separation is an exhalation, but with a share of fear
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What will not be followed by a breath and will not get rid of the disease
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So from the end we return to the beginning again
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The same you and the same me, all at the same pier,
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But let's promise this time to sail with you
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Without the former baggage of reproaches, insults and sorrows
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If it were possible
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Restart
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What would you change
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So I would like to know
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Maybe I'm completely different
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I would become in your eyes
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If it were possible
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Time to turn back
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If it were possible
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Restart
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What would you change
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So I would like to know
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Maybe I'm completely different
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I would become in your eyes
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If it were possible
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Time to turn back
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If it were possible
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Restart
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What would you change
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So I would like to know
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Maybe I'm completely different
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I would become in your eyes
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If it were possible
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Time to turn back |