Again it seems to me that I received an SMS from you
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In the twilight of a new day, I will check "WhatsUp"
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And again emptiness, our dialogue with you is deleted
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He is in the keys, the application is out
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I can't see how you don't caress me on the net
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Chorus:
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places
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Verse 2, musica di strada:
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I can't remember you anymore
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If I could choose
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I would choose you
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It's like I deleted your phone and eyes
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There is no image from your memory
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The third percent is about to burn out
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The silence will scream again
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Chorus:
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places
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Verse 3, musica di strada:
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Erase me, delete me
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I died a long time ago in digital space
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Erase me, delete me
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I died a long time ago in digital space
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Erase me, delete me
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I died a long time ago in digital space
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Erase me, delete me
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I died a long time ago in digital...
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Chorus:
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places
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And your status is online, and you are not for me
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Somewhere out there, typing,
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But there are no more secrets and no need to change
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The life of certain places |