| It's one of those days that you get melancholy
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| That until the evening does not leave you anymore
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| My faith is too shaken by now
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| But I pray and I think to myself:
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| "Let's also try with God, you never know"
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| And there is nothing sadder
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| On days like these
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| What to remember happiness
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| Knowing already that it is useless to repeat:
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| "Who knows ... tomorrow is another day, we'll see"
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| It's one of those days when I see my whole life again
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| Budget that I have never squared
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| I can say about everything I've done my way
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| But with what results I don't know
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| And experiences and disappointments were of no use to me
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| And if I promised, I don't do it anymore
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| I've always said at last:
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| "I still lost, but tomorrow is another day, we'll see"
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| It's one of those days you've never known
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| Blessed are you, yes, blessed are you
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| I of a whole existence spent on giving, giving, giving
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| I didn't save anything, not even you
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| But despite everything I do not give up believing
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| That you could come back here
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| And as long ago I repeat:
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| "Who knows? |
| Tomorrow is another day, we'll see "
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| And today I don't care about the dead season
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| So now I no longer have any regrets
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| And as long ago I repeat:
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| "Who knows? |
| Tomorrow is another day, we'll see
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| Tomorrow is another day, we'll see " |