| A view so deep inside your eyes and I realize who you are
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| It opens me the way to mind and heart
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| And it says more than a hundred letters
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| And much more than a thousand words
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| Yes, I feel there is more within than you allow
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| There are so many impressions
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| I learned to explain in time
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| I focused more on your life
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| And pushed aside what was mine
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| Do you know me?
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| Should I show you who I really am?
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| Do you think of me?
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| Should I show you what I really am?
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| Your inner self side is set free and you turn your eyes from me
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| Too hard to bear the truth and what may be behind
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| And I raised my head again and the plate-glass shows my face
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| Like countless times, like countless times before
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| There are so many impressions
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| I learned to explain in time
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| I focused more on your life
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| And pushed aside what was mine
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| Do you know me?
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| Should I show you who I really am?
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| Do you think of me?
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| Should I show you what I really am?
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| There are so many impressions
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| I learned to explain in time
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| Perhaps it still was my life
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| I didn’t see it was mine |