| Loading up for the one that comes
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| There’s no time to take a breath
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| There is no time to speak
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| Pack tour sheets and let it be
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| Hurry up as you start to dry
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| Desert leaves won’t take your fault away
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| Without a leak
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| Better feeding howling beasts
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| Let me out when it starts to sound
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| And when I’ll be back
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| I swear it will be better
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| Let me suggest the way un
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| Show me the road to the edge
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| Show me the best
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| Sometimes it’s use
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| To fight alone
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| Now that we are close to the end
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| Show me the best
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| As you said
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| This fall won’t taste innocence
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| (And when I’ll back)
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| And when I’ll be back
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| I swear it will be better
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| Hurry up as you start to dry
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| And when you’ll be back
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| My head won’t lose the bearing
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| Stab me right here con my chest
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| Show me the road to the edge
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| Show me the best
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| Sometimes it’s use
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| To fight alone
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| Now that we’re close to the end
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| Show me the best
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| As you said:
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| «Fall down with me»
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| I said:
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| «YEAH!»
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| I was starting to think
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| That getting bad was getting old
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| But everybody was dressed
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| With the worst of the faces
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| Not even a chance
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| To start with this
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| It’s like a stop midway in the air
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| It takes guts to start from the end
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| To calle back your senses
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| After you have been edad
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| Every second with you
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| Is the world at the end of the world
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| Every hour spent un tour café
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| Every single mistake
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| Every time you craved it back
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| Show me the road to the edge
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| Show me the best
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| Sometimes it’s use
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| To fight alone
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| Now that we’re close to the end
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| Show me the best
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| As you said:
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| «Fall down with me»
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| I said:
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| «YEAH!» |