| A thousand centimeters to the edge of the earth
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| I stood on the edge, saw the world from the inside
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| Shouted something after, bending himself,
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| But he was only silent, pretending that it was not for me
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| Time is running out and you don't care
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| Well, why are you silent, you need to run away from here
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| We will all die here from the inevitable longing
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| We are so close...
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| So close...
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| We stood at the edge and just dreamed
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| Stay forever and ever jerks
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| So that straight to the end, no matter what
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| To love, forgetting everyone around
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| Suffering at sea, I forgot about you
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| To my brightest, fading dream
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| I was left alone in the dark
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| In this psychedelic dream
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| Squeezing the remnants of spring in the palms
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| Holding each other's hands securely
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| I choose to live, not like you,
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| But something on the decline of all possibilities, bitch
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| They will all die, not believing in love
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| Filling glasses with your tears
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| Your new rotten beat you again
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| But you are ready to endure all the suffering
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| And in the emptiness of all lived years
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| You will finally understand why they need your body
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| You look at the sky, it's against you
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| Your broken knees again for nothing
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| And at night, as before, I draw
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| You are not angry with me, I do not yearn for them
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| Portraits there of all kinds of whores, unnecessary to me
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| Only for you I would be the best
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| You raise your eyes...
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| Someone is next to you again
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| And on the cheek a tear
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| You follow with your eyes
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| The memory of us and my cold hoarse voice
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| Disappear in the dark, you're not tired of lying to yourself
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| Questions are piling up on these walls, you can see it's just not mature
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| I will remain a puddle of bitter tears, in the acid of your hair
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| At the end of the earth, only we
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| Only with you, open your heart
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| My clock hands, the ashes of past sins
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| We can no longer be saved, bring us
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| At the end of the earth, only we
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| Only with you open your heart
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| My clock hands, the ashes of past sins
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| We can't be saved...
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| Stop me, I haven't seen the light for so long
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| And this song is for you
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| My love is gone somewhere
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| I open my eyes every day
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| In hope they will touch with their hands
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| With your words you killed me
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| Trampling love underfoot
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| Leaving only a kiss in the photo, we
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| Collided somewhere in centimeters on the edge of the earth
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| And your smoky voice, here are the hands of the clock
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| The curse of lived dreams, the morality of forgotten verses
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| The rest poured out on the floor, as if no more
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| Ink stained the tablecloth, tulle flew into the walls
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| And collecting pieces, I rush from edge to edge
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| Our crippled world is like origami
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| But you will hear and not remember what happened between us...
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| Trampling love with your feet ... |