| In the white sky of our bedroom, an angel is caught by mirrors,
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| Wings are powerless before the magic of mirrors.
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| We have already forgotten ourselves that there was an angel with us,
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| And the window to heaven was closed forever.
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| Chorus:
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| There is no past, only: "I'm sorry ..."
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| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
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| Let my sadness, only instinct,
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| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
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| The new world lacks color or dimension
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| And don't say that this is a point of view.
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| I am one of the two who know that love is earthly love -
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| Not just the force of attraction.
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| Chorus:
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| There is no past, only: "I'm sorry ..."
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| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
|
| Let my sadness, only instinct,
|
| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
|
| There is no past, only: "I'm sorry ..."
|
| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
|
| Let my sadness, only instinct,
|
| But what about with love?
|
| There is no past, only: "I'm sorry ..."
|
| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
|
| Let my sadness, only instinct,
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| But what about with love? |
| How about with love?
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| There is no past...
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| But what about with love?
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| Let my sadness, only instinct,
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| But what about with love? |
| And how to be?
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| Let my sadness, only instinct,
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| But what about with love? |