I know that nothing can be the same as yesterday
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It's impossible, everything is upside down
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Nothing is the same
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Allow me to write you my silence
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And you, so different from the others
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Beautiful innocence, beautiful naivete
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I say goodbye
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There is nothing left of what was
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And for losing, you lost even your voice
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I beg you not to harm this poor heart
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my interior speaks to you
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Come and go
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What sweet agony to reserve for the sea
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You hide softening until dawn
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If you sleep dreaming that I touch your skin
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Come and go
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Teach me the art of feeling without loving
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Because from the ground I only see your skin
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When you were nothing you were everything
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And now with everything you are nothing again
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You see that nothing can be the same as yesterday
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It's impossible everything is backwards
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what else does it give me
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I have realized that I win if I lose you
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Because of you, I have discovered that you are not the end
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There is a world in which you are not
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why lie
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You are nothing to me anymore
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And for losing, you lost even your voice
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I beg you not to harm this poor heart
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my interior speaks to you
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Come and go
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What sweet agony to reserve for the sea
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You hide softening until dawn
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If you sleep dreaming that I touch your skin
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Come and go
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Teach me the art of feeling without loving
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Because from the ground I only see your skin
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When you were nothing you were everything
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And now with everything you are nothing again
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Come and go
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What sweet agony to reserve for the sea
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You hide softening until dawn
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If you sleep dreaming that I touch your skin
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Come and go
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Teach me the art of feeling without loving
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Because from the ground I only see your skin
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When you were nothing you were everything
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And now with everything you are nothing again
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Come and go |