| My reason always betrays me and my heart dominates me,
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| I don't know how to fight against love
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| I'm always going to fall in love with someone who doesn't fall in love with me,
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| And that is why my soul cries.
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| And I can't anymore
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| I can not anymore
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| The same story always repeats itself
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| And I can't anymore
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| I can not anymore
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| I'm sick of rolling like a Ferris wheel.
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| To live like this is to die of love,
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| For love I have a wounded soul,
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| For love, I do not want more life of your life,
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| Melancholia…
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| To live like this is to die of love,
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| I am a beggar of her kisses from her,
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| I am his friend
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| And I want to be something more than that,
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| Melancholia.
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| It always takes over my being
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| My serenity turns to madness
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| And it fills me with bitterness.
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| I'm always going to fall in love with someone who doesn't fall in love with me
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| And that is why my soul cries.
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| And I can't anymore
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| I can not anymore
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| The same story always repeats itself
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| And I can't anymore
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| I can not anymore
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| I'm sick of rolling like a Ferris wheel.
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| To live like this is to die of love,
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| For love I have a wounded soul,
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| For love, I do not want more life of your life,
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| Melancholia…
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| To live like this is to die of love,
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| I am a beggar of your kisses,
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| I am his friend
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| And I want to be something more than that,
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| Melancholia…
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| To live like this is to die of love,
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| For love I have a wounded soul,
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| For love, I do not want more life of your life,
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| Melancholia…
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| (Thanks to Jaime López Urquiaga for these lyrics) |