| I find the courage to look at you
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| Without the panic that I still feel
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| To your unconscious coercion
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| Now that you don't see me, I'll admit
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| What an evil wish
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| In a dream he mocked
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| From my control tower
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| And it was dirty and it was sin
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| I couldn't assimilate that it was me
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| and it was me
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| It's over once I've said it
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| what the same
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| It doesn't always matter
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| you rained on wet
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| under your cloud was me
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| and it was me
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| It's over once I've said it
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| what the same
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| It doesn't always matter
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| Anyone who saw me in my black hours
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| Crawling across your skin when it's wall
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| It would be believed that my vice is to lick your shadows
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| But I only do it when you don't see me
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| No matter how hard I try at all hours
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| Desire jumps walls backwards
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| Now I ask you to hate me by heart
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| Like a hymn of those who know how to lose
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| I will deny to the world the following
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| That if I have something left over
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| It is a lack of self-esteem and that is why I sing it to you
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| Without having to use I love you
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| through a metaphor
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| That amphora that I use to protect my fears
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| So that one day you understand them
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| unacceptable situation
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| It may be that I am addicted to the fact that it is difficult for you to decipher me
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| If you understood the irony
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| of wanting to be alone
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| And when I finally get time
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| I wonder why I run away
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| But I only know how to say it
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| when you don't see me
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| No matter how hard I try at all hours
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| Desire jumps walls backwards
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| Now I ask you to hate me by heart
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| Like a hymn of those who know how to lose
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| The day that the present is already history
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| And the waters calm down once and for all
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| You will understand in my silences so many things
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| The ones I write now when you don't see me |