| Your gazes down upon me
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| Opened my heart, I felt exulted
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| Dreaming of our ways
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| Drawing closer and closer
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| And never, never touching itselves
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| Just containing myself for more ecstasy
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| A frustration full of hope
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to feel myself
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to touch the sky
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| When hope is dying
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| Passion fades away
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| Phantasms pass away
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| And feelings fades away
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| Reality could never satisfy me
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| As my phantasms do
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| A frustration full of hope
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to feel myself
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to touch the sky
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| Touch the sky, the sky
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to feel myself
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| Worthy of angels
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| Want to touch the sky
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| Touch the sky, touch the sky
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| Want to feel myself, feel myself |