I should tell you that you are not missing
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And that now you don't touch me
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That I have now moved on
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And that I opened my eyes again
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And instead I barely see
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I try to forget those memories, even if too many
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But I have scattered pieces of you stuck in my eyes
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Lately I have been taking strange paths, the most wrong ones
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Those furthest from the main one
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Lately it's always too late, too far ahead
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I aim to get hurt so as not to just look at old cuts
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I've never asked for anything special, you already know that
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But someone like me brings nothing but trouble
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I never meant to hurt you and now you feel bad
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How was it, brother? |
"Fuck it, run and go?"
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Be yourself, they always told me: "Be yourself"
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I have always chosen to be different
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Sometimes even from the different himself
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I'm not like everyone else
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I'm wrong and now I'm worse
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Talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Talk to me so you don't feel alone again
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And talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Ask me for a color and I'll say: "Green" or "Blue"
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Talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Talk to me so you don't feel alone again
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And talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Ask me for a color and I'll say: "Green" or "Blue"
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Today my ass is on the sofa, but my head is elsewhere
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Born human, but with the heart of a giant like John Q
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Some things don't pass anymore
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You who have left them where they are do not think about it
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Hypocrite, liar or maybe
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I've put my heart into it now
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Many of those times that if ever I tore you to pieces
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It's because they did it to me
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Evil makes its rounds like a boomerang
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And bang, well
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Pay no attention to the blows, much less to those who hit
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I should be strong, don't let me go to snake
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Slimy like snakes with poisoned teeth
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Waiting for you to lie in ambush
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With slashes under the side
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How much did it cost me?
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For every shot taken, I have one shot
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But it is a bill that I have not paid
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I've learned my lesson for a long time
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'This life is not made up of things and of whom
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It is made up of "when" and "how"
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Talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Talk to me so you don't feel alone again
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And talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Ask me for a color and I'll say: "Green" or "Blue"
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Talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Talk to me so you don't feel alone again
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And talk to me again at least you
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That I don't speak to myself anymore
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Ask me for a color and I'll say: "Green" or "Blue" |