| From this crack, I have turned around, I have promised:
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| If I get out of this I shoot down oblivion. |
| Goodbye
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| Creeper for my life I ask you to fold
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| The candles, there are a hundred thousand paths
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| I put in the sack your little kisses and mine a hundred
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| A thousand outbursts, your scent as a child. |
| moon not you
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| Rias let me light my candle…
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| Uncompromising, runaway, remorseful, I cross
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| On my legs, I die in a scream. |
| my half smile
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| He tells him that I have been the river, the one who
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| He loves and has loved you
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| At half light cross country on the waves
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| Don't look my child, I'm going to dance alone
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| This time you do not come with me the floor
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| What do you see, they are my feet
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| My little fingers tap on your back
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| The clocks cry, time does not work
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| The mattress of my soul perspires if I
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| I stand up, I don't know why
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| If you knew what it is to see the sun
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| Dying to give full on
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| The wall of a windowless room
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| On all fours cabilando I have hidden
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| To see her bathe and get turned on
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| And I'm jealous of the moon and the
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| Water from the river, from the river...
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| Tongue of rag to explain my destiny
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| Don't look at my girl, I'd better write it to you
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| But before, scratch my doubts that she does
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| very cold, very cold |