| You always have the best years behind you, you've always already wasted them
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| You look at your collection of used feelings every day
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| Looking for you, what's the point?
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| Yet I still looked for you, I'm here
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| Maybe it's just the desire to be close to us, to have someone
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| Then there is always the courage to say I love you once by one
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| Loving you, what's the point?
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| And keep inventing what we already know, what's the point?
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| We, neighbors, neighbors, neighbors, away in an instant
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| Close, close, close, lost in an instant, united in an instant
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| But how many times, my love, have I lost you
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| How many times have you been able to wait for me?
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| How many moments like that, how many loves must be understood
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| To get to feel that the perfect ones are the finished ones?
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| Come back here, what's the point?
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| And this sense of tiredness and serenity at the same time, what sense does it have?
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| We, neighbors, neighbors, neighbors, away in an instant
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| Close, close, close, lost in an instant, united in an instant
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| But how many times, my love, have I lost you
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| How many times have you been able to wait for me?
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| We, neighbors, neighbors, neighbors, away in an instant
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| Close, close, close, lost in an instant, united in an instant
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| But how many times, my love, have I lost you
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| How many times have you been able to wait for me?
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| We, neighbors, neighbors, neighbors, away in an instant
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| Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors ... |