| When your heart breaks up and you see only darkness
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| When you no longer have any will or strength to go on
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| When everything becomes a farce that you don’t care to decipher
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| Sinking in front of a beach
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| with no lighthouse, no home, no final destination
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| Walking amidst a thousand faces, between unspoken words
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| The same doubt in their throats: how did they get here
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| Everyone carries a shadow that they wish weren’t there
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| The pain that names everyone
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| worse than loneliness is to lose humanity
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| How to live in a world in flames
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| without having your heart turn to ice
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| How to write a new plot
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| Feeling that as your life pulses, it lives in me
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| When we no longer find anything or anyone else to conquer
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| and our hunger, still dissatisfied, has nothing left to devastate
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| To tie ourselves to the past, we need only remember
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| but the future is more cumbersome
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| and today is the time to think what kind of tomorrow will come
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| How to live in a world in flames
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| without having your heart turn to ice
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| How to write more than just tragedy
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| Feeling that as my life pulses, it lives in you
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| Charly Garc |