| When I think about how it was
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| I try not to laugh
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| I remember that evening
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| It seemed impossible
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| You don't know heaven, no
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| But listen to the others who live there
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| You have not been there and the danger is never to go there
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| This anxiety is a pain reliever
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| But from the taste it seems bland
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| Heaven in hell is always clear
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| But never look at it
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| I don't understand why
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| We are alone and we almost always get lost
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| Think about when you will see me
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| Say goodbye to you on the 31st of September
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| Fragile like the wind that holds us
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| It's as easy as what comes to us
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| If you want to count the days and moments
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| How not to look forward to running away from here
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| I hide my thoughts in the most unthinkable places
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| As if they were condoms between reclining seats
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| When you were leaving the car in the dark of the parking lot
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| Off the baseball field
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| That where you live you no longer happen in these parts
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| Because it's true that people need you when they miss you
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| And it's not like we risk meeting at the sea
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| Memories among the rocks, the sand, a piece of bread
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| We are made like one for the other, but yours is another
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| He has a bit of a beard like me, I think he is also tall
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| But he doesn't sing like me because, come on, I don't sing
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| I write words about someone else's music
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| And how much gas to say: "I made a record"
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| How long are you waiting for it? |
| How much do I understand you
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| Looking for a tobacconist, I'm looking for Christ
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| For every man you've met
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| There's another one you've never seen
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| For every time I've sworn you'll get a clue and I'll disappear
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| As is done with magic on stage
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| People applaud but for quite another
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| At a distance and with impact
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| And suspense and you in the meantime
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| I who know heaven know
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| That all fear is often cyclical
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| You do not reach a goal no
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| Without ever scarring
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| If you stay calm as they say
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| You just waste time telling yourself
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| Heaven in hell is always clear
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| But never look at it
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| I don't understand why
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| We are alone and we almost always get lost
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| Think about when you will see me
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| Say goodbye to you on the 31st of September
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| Fragile like the wind that holds us
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| It's as easy as what comes to us
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| If you want to count the days and moments
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| How not to look forward to running away from here |