| Feeling his hands here and there
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| Hearing his words soft and loud
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| Down on my knees — shade on my shoulders-
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| My silence like a scorn he will erase
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| Crucify my will to hell
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| Someday
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| There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
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| Like a child dreaming of his death
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| Someday
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| Don’t feel anymore, don’t even survive,
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| Just be here, without speaking
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| He lulls my never being
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| Says, I’m his everynothing,
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| When at night, he forgives me
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| There is no other fight
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| My silence like a scorn he will erase
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| Crucify my sins to hell
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| Someday
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| There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
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| Like a child dreaming of his death
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| Someday
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| Don’t feel anymore, don’t even survive,
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| Just be here, without speaking
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| Someday my tale
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| Is the irony of Harmony,
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| I spit on me ‘cause
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| ‘Cause he’s right
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| 'Cause I’m a shit.
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| He’s right because I’m a shit
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| Words and voices float here and there
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| Screaming and burning in my pain
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| Someday
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| There is like a voice bleeding in my heart
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| Someday
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| Don’t feel anymore, don’t even survive,
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| Like a child dreaming of his death
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| Someday
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| There is like a choice I don’t want to make
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| Cause I don’t know if I can. |